If feral cats had thumbs, I'm sure
they'd raise them to their noses-
and smile at those of us who think
cats' lives are beds of roses.

They're up from dusk to dawn each day
to hunt their daily dinner.
No processed food for these smug boys-
organic is a winner.

Organic mice, organic owls,
organic this and that.
Oh what joy it is to be
a prowling feral cat.

They get their meals on the run,
combining work and play.
A friend one minute's food the next-
there's never a dull day.