MMCM - City cat

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MMCM - City cat

Concrete’s warm.
I’m on the move.
Ears up, eyes clear, tail in the groove.

I slip past shutters, I cut through courtyards,
pawprints quiet, but my head stays hard.
Bakery breath on the corner at dawn,
I take that smell and I carry it on.
Buses sigh, brakes sing, bottle glass clinks,
hum of the city is how my heart thinks.
A kid points, I blink, I don’t break stride,
I own the curb from the inside.

No boss, no leash, no clock in my chest.
I choose my street.
I choose my rest.

City cat, I walk it clean.
City cat, I live between.
Windows glow, gutters shine, every block is mine tonight.
City cat, I drift, I grin.
City cat, let the good roll in.
Sun on fur, world on mute, I’m the king of small pursuit.

I hop the rail by the river path,
pigeons talk big till they do the math.
Market stalls, hot metal, steam in the air,
I swipe a breeze and I wear it there.
Rooftop line, chimney heat, tar under paw,
I see the town as a bright-cut jaw.
I drop to the park where the old dogs stare,
I pass them calm.
I don’t play fair.

I don’t pay rent.
I don’t beg please.
I take my joy
in short sharp beats.

At noon I melt on a hood of a car,
blink slow, dream far.
Voices rush past, I let them fade,
I’m not your worry.
I’m not your weight.

Street by street, I stitch my day,
no apologies, no need to say.

City cat, I walk it clean.
City cat, I live between.
Neon buzz, late-night bread, every step a small pure win.
City cat, I drift, I grin.
City cat, let the good roll in.
Sun on fur, world on mute, I’m the king of small pursuit.

City cat!
City cat!

Concrete cools.
I’m still free.