By Michele DeVere
Time is like a precious moment in life.
So many things to do, to live, and to be.
But when you think about it,
Time doesn’t last for very long.
Only long enough for some people to live,
And for others only to exist.
Late at night
When people retreat,
The alley cat combs
the city street.
Over rooftops he walks,
Through sewers he creeps,
A rat he stalks
Upon it he leaps.