the alley
cats know their way around
the neighborhood.
where the
good trash is.
the sardine cans,
the chicken bones,
the flounder
scraped
from a pan.
they tip toe along
the fence,
jump through
the hole in the brick
wall.
the rats
wait their turn.
they sit in the shadows
playing
gin rummy
with friends.
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