Cats and Fire

 

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Under a silver moon a crimson flower flares.
Small-town meeting is a boiling pot because of this.
Chief, serious, discusses strategy for an attack.
Have to use force!
Have to move a strike force!
Protect our home defend our country!
What if
     it is a harmless pretty girl?
          Fat general butts in

     This is the color of kind hearts
     The color of hope
     Have to invite her in our city!
     Welcome to our city!
     Ow!

Next day on a gray dawn
Extinguished fire-pots still glow a few red gleams.
More whiskerless cats in the courtyard than before.