the stray cats

The stray cats walk in

So confident in their stroll

On the carpet grass and palm trees

Smelling the green under the walled lights

The soft carpet grass touching paws

They know how good feeling it is

They laze around living the good atmosphere

The world of garden like their home

If that what the stray cats do

It will be fine by the owner of the house

But cats don't respect humans

They will make them boiling mad

The stray cats either do business on the flower pots

Or they do it on the carpet of grass

Leaving the smell to annoy the house owner

As they walk away in the quiet night