Cold...dark...nights drawing in,
By four
You can see no more,
Except maybe the eyes
Of him,
Glowing in the dark,
They give me a start,
Especially when
You open the door,
Shake the food
And it happens again,
Running round your feet
A collision will meet
When, at the same time,
Eight cats want feeding or more,
Their incessant meow
Is a noisy row
Until you give them food
And then they're quiet
As they gorge!