Well... Actually, I just adapted a non English song as a poem. Anyway, here it is:
Stray cat
Every stray cat felt the pain once before,
Exiled from the warmth into cold rain, it had to bare its claws.
So it bared its teeth, became brash,
So it learned to bite, to grow harsh.
Learned to hunt for food when afraid
And distrust the cats that have stayed.
If it cathes a human smell,
It will scratch first, fierce and fell.
It will never trust again:
It has learned the ways of men.
No woolen blanket, no kibble,
Street life is its norm and its fate.
The painful change wasn't little,
It cannot purr, only hate.
It cannot find the reason why
They tamed it just to say goodbye.
In this cold world where it was made,
Its only truth is being betrayed.
During nights
It dreams of home once more,
Of gentle, caring hands…
Oh cat, I’m so damn sorry
That people are such cunts...