They strut their fur
on our streets,
tails rolling and breaking
in proud waves as if they believe
our homes, sidewalks, cables and poles
were built for them.
That said, they scatter
when we come out;
apparitions of alien intent
walking among them, beings so unfamiliar
that no accommodation
can ever be made for us.
Deep down,
we know
they’re in the right.
Dark Matter 
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