Night Cats
When the sun goes down at nightHunters slink from fireside spacesAs darkness grants cats superb sight.
Cats jump casement cracks at height
And drop, soft as foam filled teddies,
When the sun goes down at night.
Then cats sharpen sets of knives
On the age gnarled trunks of maples
As darkness grants cats superb sight
Roaming cats sense Barn Owl's flight
Before his shriek disturbs still grasses
When the sun goes down at night.
Prowlers pause, as field mice fit tight
Beneath the floors of potting houses
As darkness grants cats superb sight
So tabby tigers make great paces
In borders strewn with untamed spaces
When the sun goes down at night
As darkness grants cats superb sight.
Mary Charman-Smith