Not a real one
It's just a sketch
Just a graffiti.There's a cat on the floor
Looking up at the sky
It's just a sketch
Just a graffiti.
People love their cats
Walking around leisurely
But this one's a sketch
Just a graffiti.
Parakeets on the tree
Chatting noisily
Looking at the cat
It's just a graffiti.
This cat's at this end
At the other end another
Neither of them real
Just graffitis.
In pops a question
Why do they exist?
Does it really matter
For they are just graffiti.
The cats come to life
To roam these streets
No longer sketches
Not just graffiti.
Terrorizing the rats
Praying fervently
For them to be sketches
Just graffiti.
But isn't it ridiculous
Writing about cats
They are only sketches
Only graffiti.
But there are no rules
On what I write
Though its about a sketch
About a graffiti.
In the end
It's all real
Yet nothing's real
For its all a sketch
A graffiti.
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