The alleyway was starved of sun,
no golden beams through it, did run.
In this dank murk sat cats on bins,
and drunkards sleeping off their sins.
Winds whistled down it, tossing trash,
large rats would make a sudden dash.
Famished felines would jump and pounce,
sending galvanized lids to bounce,
onto the ground. Silence broken,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem