JOHNSTON, NAN MY CAT

MY CAT

My cat has got a lovely dress

Which is made of softest fur;

It’s painted grey and barred with black,

And it looks so nice on her.

All through the dreary winter days,

She sits on the mat and purrs.

She has her food all freshly made;

A happy life is hers.

But when dark night comes creeping on,

She leaves the kitchen door,

And till the morning comes again

We see her face no more. 

For through the stormy winter nights

She’s hunting mice and rats;

She’s in the danger of her life.

What silly things are cats!

 

Nan Johnston

Tullygrawley School

 

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