Footsteps behind me
Gaining on me
I mustn’t be caught with what I’m carrying
Clip-clop, slip-clop, the cobbles slippery with the wet leaves of autumn
The creature in my arms struggles to be free
Hush, my sweet, almost there
Clip-clop, slip-clop, SCREAM!
In my fright I drop the cat
I glance behind
My follower lay in a pool of blood, head cracked on the cobbles
The cat, the cat, where is the cat?
Lost beneath a mound of feasting rats
Pestilence is rife.
This is our death
This is our life
And cats are as guilty as rats