Evening

Little kitten loves the evening time

When midges whoop and holler over the lawn.

She skulks out from the greenwood

To sway in ballet as she chases the beast.

The sun long gone and the dark not yet there

But soon the efflorescent electric light

Will grandstand her sallies up in the air.

Long white hair sucking out the surrounding black

As for the first time in the day she busies herself.

She sleeps from morn to night

And only arouses herself to digest her tea.

She is a luxury cat,

A scrumptious ball of fluff,

Who hunts phantasms at evening.