The Midnight Cat

Tom Augustus Twiddle-me-Whiskers jumped upon the tiles,
From chimney-pot to aerial he padded the slaty miles.
The stars moved on above him and the gardens dreamt below-
Tom Augustus Twiddle-me-Whiskers hunted for his foe.

Tom Augustus Twiddle-me-Whiskers’ tail stood up on end,
He curved his back like a crescent moon, his honour to defend.
He called his foe by the secret name, he called it long and loud,
Till, clanking a chain, his foe awoke and-
BOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOWED!

∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke