Heavy Horses album
Muscled, black with steelgreen eye
swishing through the rye grass
with thoughts of mouseandapple pie.
Tail balancing at halfmast.
...And the mouse police never sleeps
lying in the cherry tree.
Savage bed footwarmer of purest feline ancestry.
Look out, little furry folk!
He's the allnight 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.
Windowbox 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 rooftop weathercock.
Warmblooded night on a cold tile.