Nimble

Listening to silence
Forgotten trees staring
Blaring music now
as we drive out of town
Our screams reach the skies
and the trees close their eyes-
As quick as bear traps go;
We lay bear traps around

After two clocks passed,
we returned to the grass
And in the snapped traps
found a once nimble cat
He's lying, ever crying
and almost dying
Yet we still carry our traps
Until our trees can elapse...