My Cats

In my age that counted months
I've gone into a weird world indeed
with some creatures here and there
and a so-called human with a beard

Then, with a silverish young one
I was joined and had the fierce fights
A friend then he had become to me
better than my owner's world of bites

Days passed with many memories
amid the sweet of them and the bitter
Where this creature with hair on face
took care for the both of us for the better

Until one day some storm was in work
and the little house was flipped over
While our man of the beard in black
sat and watched us from one corner

I did not know what was going on
it or what is the matter in the process
Soon to find ourselves in a cage
and far away we flew from the houses

Nothing now we could see in this place
except of trees and nothing to attend
And I was thinking of some mistake
I might have done along with my friend

Where is my man of the beard
where is my little mouse-like toy
Seems I had to bear a burden of a sin
and give up the life and its joy