A black cat wears a fixed smile, watches as an express train, that has no doors, runs into a tunnel where concrete and water fall from the ceiling.
It is very cold the cat wears a silk scarf and its best friend is a tame shark, that lives in a pond, is cold too; starves also it has bitten off the hand of its feeder.
We, the smart people, avoid door-less trains, we fly instead and, like donkeys, suffer in silence the indignity of airports where stars are tinkling cell phones.
The black cat meows it sits in a shoe made of tiger shark leather, feels comfy since it is raining outside also a tad sad, the shark used to be its best friend.
