Moving Day

What's all this upon the floor
I've never seen these before.
So much hustle, so much rush
So much noise, why don't they hush.
I only want to lie and rest
To dream of those I love the best.
those boxes now, what do they hold ?
Lots of things to be sold ?
Now what's that lorry doing there,
Men are treading every where ,
I must be careful of their feet ,
I'd like some milk , something to eat.
Strangers walking in and out ,
I wonder what it's all about.
Outside with you I hear them say,
Ooh it is so cold and wet today,
I've tried miaowing at the door
But no one answers any more ,
I'm now called wild , no home no place
Yet they call themselves the Human(e) Race.