Cats

3/27/06

I saw cats in the night running across the street like streaks of smoke

Eyes flashing

I see collars too tight with scratch marks on the leather

I see red walls with no doors

I feel bile on their fur and wood in their claws

From trying to escape

A box they got into by mistake

I saw cats running across the street at night to the other side

With fur flattened by fear, the wind?

I saw cats running across the street at night to escape death

And I did not stop