Dark street on a cold and windy night
Around a nameless corner comes a stray cat
Blazing eyes and a tail up in the air
A loner so forgotten from this world to roam about
Silent but sure body moves
One step is enough for him to tell the world who owns the night street
No home, no one to stroke him on the back
No food on a silver platter or playing with silly toys
Cold rains waking him from memories
Another day’s work ahead of him to go about
Soft paws but confident steps
One stare is enough for him to tell the world who owns the night street
Dark street on a cold and windy night
Around a nameless corner comes a stray cat
Blazing eyes and a tail up in the air
A loner so forgotten from this world to roam about
Silent but sure body moves
One step is enough for him to tell the world who owns the night street
No home, no one to stroke him on the back
No food on a silver platter or playing with silly toys
Cold rains waking him from memories
Another day’s work ahead of him to go about
Soft paws but confident steps
One stare is enough for him to tell the world who owns the night street
Dark street on a cold and windy night
Around a nameless corner comes a stray cat
Blazing eyes and a tail up in the air
A loner so forgotten from this world to roam about
Silent but sure body moves
One step is enough for him to tell the world who owns the night street
No home, no one to stroke him on the back
No food on a silver platter or playing with silly toys
Cold rains waking him from memories
Another day’s work ahead of him to go about
Soft paws but confident steps
One stare is enough for him to tell the world who owns the night street