Ominous Bird
The Alley, Unlit
The alley didn’t feel right—
not empty, just… off.
Light sat above it,
never making it down.
Nothing moved.
The alley remembered—
Blackjack passed out in it.
Rusty and Dollar Bill got bit.
Rusty made it.
Dollar Bill didn’t.
Carlos the cat—
hasn’t been seen in months.
Maybe a year.
Rusty came out the back—slow, careful,
clearing cobweb—
a black shadow darted—
running for its life,
still checking.
The eyes.
A black rat.
People fear the black cat.
This wasn’t that. What the hell do you do?
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