I saw him shivering and flinching
His two back legs crushed
His black eyes wide with shock.
I asked him if he was all right.
But he didn't reply.
I called the police and told them
Of the heinous, wicked
Evil act. The clues, suspicions
A complete account of the facts.
They thanked me for my thoroughness
But told me that it was not their business.
That perhaps I should find a sturdy stick
And cave the victim’s skull in with it.
They told me more and finally that
They have not the powers to arrest a cat.
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