Soft, fluffy, black, one of the colony.
Her life, a hunter´ s amongst ruins.
Pillars and broken columns, her cat bed.
Food from a charity to supplement the rats.
Isis, she was one of your subjects
that worshipped at your temple in the night.
Revenge. I ask revenge (karma´ s too slow).
Peluda and her 5 friends were taken.
Snatched from your portals one dark day.
Their life became a living hell, banged up,
life-prisoners in the dog pound´ s cages.
Eyes growing larger, bodies fading away.
The terror of the unknown gripped them all.
Peluda´ s helpers could not visit her. No crime.
For she had served the city well.
A citizen who deserved much better.
From authorised rat-catcher to inmate
and at last a corpse. Her end was terrrible.