Men refuse to give them blood yet used them in detecting
The hood grew in transactions and tranquility, but he
vibrated and immersed fear in the hood.
Dingo the doggy dog barked deep and captured the smaller
cats… that made more of the soprano sounds.
Tails standing, with the strength of that hatred of man,
they all barked in same rhythm.
The chains hurt. Isolated, they felt shame and hungry of taste.
‘I’m leaving here this summer’, Dingo the doggy
dog hummed as he battling with his hind and forefoot.
‘We haven’t eaten the meal of our choice. Too bloody, man is
Just as he cried out in pains, a beam of light flashed at
his face. It was his master.
He raised his ear and muzzled pumping his withers.
Dingo the dog who understands ‘sit and remain quiet’ jumped
up and fed on his masters’ flesh.
Oh local, mixed bread and foreign cats, arise let’s see to
Beasts of the dark ages, alien, and vampire cats come taste
fresh self-hunted blood
Men are gnomes and deserve to die. Out there is our peace of
Our Otiose services must end. We helped most them gain
independence and they despised us.
oh Eskimos, American cocker spaniel, Irish wolfhound, and Labrador retriever.
No more gnashing of our whitish teeth, rebuff swaggering and
wagging of our manly tails
Arise oh Rottweiler, Bloodhound, Akita, Bullmastiffs, and
Bulldogs. Let the claws twinkle like stars willing to turn red.
For the period of otiose loyalty and stupidity is dead.
No cats shall be kicked out of the house if a new pet is
bought. Beautiful Saluki shall grow fat and you Pekingese, tall you will
We’ve secured them for way too long. They rather watch us
die than to grant us freedom. We were torn, beleaguered, and beaten up. They
drove us from the wild forest of sheltered freedom. The chains hurt and
contribute to our early death, now we wonder if father cat would return. At
least to tell them that we are the king of the forest not the out and out
humbug epitaph on their gravestones.
Now it shall not be miraculous, their flesh is ours. With
our golden eyes, we stared at them as they fed on our fellow cats.
Same Blood that feeds our hearts; we have been humiliated
Even the ants tussles our bones and operate made fool of us,
as they tossed the bones at us.
Arise from the deep forest, copse, homes, and streets.
Strong, steadfast, and superior we are.
Brave die in the battlefield, fools watch their kinds chained
The summer had come, Dingo the doggy dog, led all cats
killing men and gaining freedom forcefully.
Battle won; they celebrated standing on their hinds and
showing their brisket.
They passed on bucket filled of fresh human blood. As Dingo
was about to sip, something pulled him backward.
His eyes opened; it was all a dream. Dingo the doggy dog and
the only father cat brood would never be free until the sky falls. He barked; ‘the chains hurt…
I’m leaving here next winter.’