One O’clock

One of the Clock, and silence deep,
Then up the Stairway, black and steep,
The old House-Cat comes creepy-creep,
With soft feet goes from room to room,
Her green eyes shining through the gloom,
And finds all fast asleep.

by Katherine Lyle (1863 – 1938)


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