The "Felis Catus" of pitch dark fur,
Scratching at the shiny glass barricade
Beckoned to the feline owning snowy fur,
Just to say,"Let's have a talk mate!"

The white cat, consumed by its ego,
Made its respect for the fellow cat forego,
With a reluctant purring yawn,
It gave the impression,"Whatever, Go on!"

The black cat asked with a puzzled voice
"Why must a person have a peculiar choice?"
He lets me not to cross the streets in peace
while treating me like a stereotypical malice."

The latter replied,"the ugly sign bearer is never welcomed with a warm heart.
Your colours show off dismay and depression,
Why must you be treated with a positive impression?
The superiority running in my blood,
Is much brighter than your colour...