There’s been a cat, heard night to night
screaming in a great pain;
it broke dreams in the middle of the night,
haunting and fading again.
Its tearing meow burned up windows
and filled the darkness from far;
once shouting from the neighboring roofs,
once at your window been ajar.
None has seen it, but all could hear its cry
as well as the angry shooing
that the demonic creature always left behind,
growing, dying and anewing.
By the daylight, there was no any trace,
people could barely imagine
how a diabolic sound could bear any race
else of an underground Jinn.
Before people could even think about it,
what made the cat such unease;
the ground took its tongue and threw it
into a night of ceaseless peace.