Bluebell howls
vicious in an instant
“Are the rats our brothers?”
Pig asks, fat on wisdom
he calls us comrades
I belong to nothing
but myself — a no-name feline
curled between flanks
He complains about lack of food
bare bones, I feed on prey
caught only with claws
kibble belongs to the dogs
Paw the air twice
If these rats are brothers
I will devour my family
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