Stray orange Cats

Stray orange cats
that´s what we are.
Watching the rain
from our own flat.
Waiting to be fed
by who said to be
our owners by chance.
Cleaning our clutches
the morning after
a dawn patrol night;
taking other animals lives
just for the sake of fun
because, even if we have food
it is the spirit of the hunting
what makes us feel alive.

Crystal yellow eyes,
orange smooth hair,
always with one open eye,
any noise will just wake us up.
Easy to love,
not so easy to understand.
Jumping from too high balconies,
on our feet we always land.
Before getting to know us,
you must try to understand
our nature painted in black;
i suggest you should start
the sooner the better,
telling you no lies.

Stray orange cats,
miaowing at stars,
feline instincts arising,
sharpening nails on the rug.
Sleeping fourteen hours a day,
but always with a target in sight.
Moving our hairy tails
through the morning light.
Asking for every desire
we ever might get to want.
If you stop scratching our bellys
an abrupt day ending you´ll find.

Stray orange cats,
we are distracted by flying flies,
we love bugs and lizards,
we are aware that the big game
is played usually outside.
Keeping us indoor
will only make us mad.
We are vengeful,
you already know that.
It is the nature of the beast
as we are supposed not to lie
but giving out excuses
to you for not attending
the fussy quirks we have.

Your plastic slippers to bite,
just one sock to hide,
making your side of bed
our favourite place for a nap.

Your favourite stuff
is our favourite too:

the difference we know for sure
between your grandma´s jersey
and your first date best wool.
But anything we do
is just alright
if you take us on your knees,
do not look inside our eyes.
Keep on stroking our foreheads,
pushing us against your breasts,
make us calmly purr inside.
No matter what your beliefs are,
we are just stray orange cats.