Human sized. Twice the weight.
They laugh at the driving cars as they charge past.
Whip-like tails sweep up the dust and turn the city grey.

People change. So do rats.
They used to run wild at night. Now in daytime.
Students grunt in their dreams with the sun high in the sky.
No one dares to catch them, until they kill someone.

People stay. So do rats.
They dwell in sewers and houses, recently making nests on streets and alleyways.
Signs are made, lines are drawn, to prevent any protests and rage from them.
Hated but won’t be hit, they are allowed to live in the bustling traffic.

People fight. So do rats.
Their screeches are louder than the bellowing of the buses.
Quite a phenomenon, the hosts claim in news and broadcasts.
None of the audience approves. But everyone watches.

Where’s the cat?
Well, cats don’t really care about their enemies anymore, I’ve heard.
“Give us a ride," they say to rats. “Or just bring us food."
A mutual pact was signed in secret before the fighting was ceased.
They live in comfort in the modern world. So why bother?

People age. Well, not for rats.
Their whiskers only shine brighter. The smell fouler.
In the end men can only sit beside the street, hunchbacked, and pray.
They can only watch and can barely breathe.
What a miserable scene.

River on Baltic Sea

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