Where do they go,
for what do they search?
The first one stops,
with a quick lurch.
He sniffs a dog's scent,
And moves quickly on,
the old dog sleeps,
and causes no harm.
It's up to the roof,
that they quickly scurry,
for a black cat party.
Don't be late! Let's hurry!
Copyright © Gin Morong, 2001