Milk for the Cat
When the tea is brought at five o’clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.
At first she pretends, having nothing to do,
She has come in merely to blink by the grate,
But, though tea may be late or the milk may be sour,
She is never late.
Published by Eileen Clark
I'm an elderly lady with three grown children, two granddaughters, and five great grandchildren two cats. love coffee and chocolate.
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