The cat
                           W. H. Davies (1871-1940)


                              Within that porch, across the way,
                              I see two naked eyes this night;
                               Two eyes that neither shut nor blink,
                                 Searching my face with a green light.


                                                    But cats to me are strange, so strange-
                                                     I cannot sleep if one is near;
                                                       And though I´m sure I see those eyes
                                                    I´m not so sure a body´s there!