As you may have guessed I am very fond of cats and often go searching for stories or poems about cats. I found this one today and thought it just a wee bit different.
FIVE LITTLE EYES ... by Walter (John) De La Mare (1873-1956)
In Han's old mill his three black cats
Watch his bins for the thieving rats.
Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night
Their five eyes smouldering, green and bright.
Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where
The cold wind stirs the empty stair,
Squeaking and scampering, everywhere.
Then down they pounce, now in, now out.
At whisking tail, and sniffing snout.
While lean old Hans he snores away
Till peep of light at break of day.
Then up he climbs to his creaking mill.
Out come his cats, all grey with meal;
Jekkel and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill.