Sitting by the window,
Staring at the sky,
Life's not much fun for house cats,
Forever stuck inside.
Little birds up in the trees,
Look like a tasty treat,
I see friends and enemies,
Ill never get to meet.
Giants seem to come and go,
Through things that they call doors,
They make them work with things called hands,
I'm stuck here with these paws.
One day I'll break out of here,
I'll make a dash and hide,
Life's not much fun for house cats,
Forever stuck inside.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
Sitting by the window,
Staring at the sky,
Life's not much fun for house cats,
Forever stuck inside.
Little birds up in the trees,
Look like a tasty treat,
I see friends and enemies,
Ill never get to meet.
Giants seem to come and go,
Through things that they call doors,
They make them work with things called hands,
I'm stuck here with these paws.
One day I'll break out of here,
I'll make a dash and hide,
Life's not much fun for house cats,
Forever stuck inside.
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