In Hans' old Mill his three black cats Watch his bins for the thieving rats. Whisker and claw, they crouch in the night, Their five eyes smouldering green and bright: Squeaks from the flour sacks, squeaks from where The cold wind stirs on the empty stair, Squeaking and scampering, everywhere. Then down they pounce, now in, now out, At whisking tail, and sniffing snout; While lean old Hans he snores away Till peep of light at break of day; Then up he climbs to his creaking mill, Out come his cats all grey with meal -- Jekkel, and Jessup, and one-eyed Jill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSFORMATION by CARL SANDBURG BLUE-BUTTERFLY DAY by ROBERT FROST SONG [WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1732] by GEORGE LYTTELTON SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PEACE ON EARTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON IN AFTER DAYS by GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON TO JOHN BRADSHAW, ESQ. by CHARLES COTTON UNE PETITE CHANSON DE LAMENTATION A MA MERE by BELLE DE COEUR |