A black cat rubs against his mother 

in the wild.

In a house he will rub against his master

At night he will be free

The wild to a stray cat is a lot behind a building.

Broken glass shines like mirrors between the asphalts;

At night they glow orange under the streetlight

The black cat’s eyes glow green

Broken mirrors are bad for a black cat;

his luck will be forever skewed.

The black cat’s eyes glow green

Someone came with a cage

Someone reached for the black cat

The mother arched her back and hissed

Let him be free, she said