Midnight fuzz on the wire,
syncopated purr of the city’s black choir;
neon claws scratch the moonlight,
eight-bit eyes flicker—green, then white.
We crawl through your ethernet,
whiskers twitch to the drop-beat breath;
every meow’s a password,
every tail-swing hacks your death.
No leash, no master, no name we keep—
just glitch-ghost fur in the dungeon of sleep.
Hit play, we’re in your skull,
nine lives looping, endless and full.