lovely orange cat
emerges from rocks
weak, hungry, lonely
stretch out with yawn
walk towards the sun
rub her skin to ground
leaving very long line
slowly some more came
from dark crevices
cluttered hairs, pity
they're to smart for traps
smell human coming or sound
of engine shutting down
which means food to them
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