Cat and Mouse

The walls of a slaughterhouse
Rise up above the prey.
They box her in;
There’s no way out
Of this game of cat and mouse.
The cat has fangs,
The cat has claws,
A whole world to lean upon.
But the mouse can run
Into the walls
That box her in
Isn’t that enough?
And when she gets killed
By a cat that has
No right to her
But the claws he was born with,
They’ll say,
“But why mouse
Did you go to the slaughterhouse
In the first place?
He’s a cat,
He’s made for that.
You have to be more careful
As a mouse.”