School is out.
I can tell by a parking lot washed in gray.
Free of these metal behemoths
from which I scurry with obligation.
But who will feed me now?
At least I own the bravery
to climb up trees and go back down.
Never have I attracted
a firefighter’s attention.
But still, I hope to be so bold,
as to hiss at those people
occupying handicap parking spots
in the absence of needing them.
*Cat No. 4 of the 500 Cats Project