This city is breathless,
old and chaotic,
with great noisy beasts,
rumbling underneath:
hot breath escaping from
entrances expelling crowds;
yet a kind of order exists –
like ants we have formation:
stand on the right,
walk on the left;
and like small polite birds,
we pardon those who
break the rules.
* You can find more poems from 100 Days of Poetry on my Instagram!
Cats and Chocolate 
It is very good. Could be lyrics for a song. Maybe missing some lines but very good.
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Lovely!
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