Night Bus
NIGHT BUS
I recall that girl, she was a mouse
Scurrying to and from daily work
White furry coat on that cold day
A cute little pink nose, trembling
I wanted to cup her in my hand
But alas, it was a chance I missed
He was a brute, and sat nearby
A black cat with piercing eyes
She turned, and was intimidated
I never heard him speak to her
He reached out with his paw
Showing a glittering cuff link
A sense of danger was in the air
She squeaked, scared at his touch
He growled, almost with pleasure
Whilst at the back, I only looked
In the end, it was to be her or me
And felt no shame, as I was a rat
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