No one hears her as she stalks through the long grass at night.

No one sees her as as she silently sashays along brick walls.

No one feels her as she brushes against your leg.

Even a small rustle in the bushes can trigger her senses to pounce upon the creature that dared to disturb her peace.

No one cares for her, because she is an alley cat.

A street cat.

A loner.

She is by herself, but she doesn’t get hurt by it, it just made her a rebel.

By Sofia

New South Wales, 2020