Muscled, black with steel-green eye Swishing through the rye grass With thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie. Tail balancing at half-mast ...and the mouse police never sleeps
Lying in the cherry tree. Savage bed foot-warmer of purest feline ancestry.
Look out, little furry folk! He’s the all-night working cat. Eats but one in every ten Leaves the others on the mat ...and the mouse police never sleeps
Waiting by the cellar door. Window-box town crier; Birth and death registrar. With claws that rake a furrow red
Licensed to multilate. From warm milk on a lazy day To dawn patrol on hungry hate ...no, the mouse police never sleeps
Climbing on the ivy. Windy roof-top weathercock. Warm-blooded night on a cold tile.