Trash

Have you ever wondered where the cats go?

When the rain is pouring outside,

when the shadows drape over the world like a curtain,

when the menacing thunder rolls and grumbles in the distance.

When the humans kick and grab their hoses,

turning them on high.

Do they scamper and hiss, diving for shelter,

do they tense up into a lump of glaring fur.

Or do they just curl up

behind a dented smelly trash can

and mew softly

crying for a home they never had.