The Black Cat--Deep In Side Sorrow Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

He always stay in nite—glaring
His feed are not fish or chicken—rare
He looks them around the social equilbrium--starving
Plastic, Rice Wraph and Rubish do not escape the search from passing vehichles--glare

The black cat lives in the the capital country--flare
Even so, he is always grateful to God for giving him life
According to him life is simple, the most important thing is to be able to scavenge food to live, no treat and no Scary
However, it is different from the sewer rat who always feels that his life is never enough because of his thief nature

The sky that is turning twilight between the blushing violets
The sun that is tired of hanging on the western horizon seems to confirm the empty city life with sacred desires
as if going to an alley, the black cat greeted the sky sadly--it seems the food he got was a bit stranges
Rice packs lying on the side of the road with side dishes that seem new but contain poison which is for the wicked mafia—stated on the pamphlet

Slipi. September 16th,2021
3: 45 PM (WIB)