The Stray Cat on my Windowsill

Your ways of life are those of cat that, sincerely,
Belongs where the garbage and the dirt are
The alley ways and streets it wanders clearly
Searching for food without going too far.

Soon the cat will find an open window where,
A courteous person will take pity of it
And finding it lovable, of the cat she will take care
Unaware of the cat's despicable wit.

The cat will receive shelter, food, and love
But in exchange, the cat will only purr
For of affection and love, the cat is void of
And one day, the cat will leave, very much like a cur.

Then the stray cat will go back to the dirty streets;
Searching for pleasure, shelter, and food,
Searching alone and cold, without really wishing to find any of this
Because its soul, it is so empty, its life is dull.

And so, during the late hours of the night,
To the moon the cat will loudly cry
Wishing for the moon to fill its soul with its light
But the moon will not, and the cat alone and cold will die.