The Cat

It prowled.
Black fur gleaming in the sun
like glass windows of a particularly tall building.

Paws studded with sharp nails
silently slinked
down the familiar bricks.

Paused — then scurried.
Under the rickety red stairs
and through the cosy colorful
cement walls of the alley
— home.

Prompt: Write a poem using the words ‘black’, ‘building’, and ‘cement’.