(Diamond Cut Diamond)
One up a tree
One under the tree
The cat up a tree is he
The cat under the tree is she
The tree is witch elm, just incidentally.
He takes no notice of she, she takes no notice of he.
He stares at the woolly clouds passing, she stares at the tree.
There's been a lot written about cats, by Old Possum, Yeats and Company
But not Alfred de Musset or Lord Tennyson or Poe or anybody
Wrote about one cat under, and one cat up, a tree.
God knows why this should be left for me
Except I like cats as cats be
Especially one cat up
And one cat under
A witch elm
Ewart Milne (1903-1987)
(C. Stalker, Knutsford)
Cats Sleep Anywhere
Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the
Open draw, empty shoe, anybody’s lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your
Anywhere! They don’t care! Cats sleep anywhere.
(E. Collins, Rugby)
A Cat of Many Colours
The burmese cats that you can own,
Some are Lilac, some are Brown.
But if you’d like a different hue,
Choose a Red one or a Blue.
Otherwise perhaps you dream
To own a Chocolate or a Cream.
All these cats are very naughty
And, of course, so is the Tortie.
Burmese cats are brave and keen,
So none are yellow, none are green.
You may find it hard to choose
From this span of many hues.
Most deserving of the crown
Is the true original Brown.
(T. Tantram, Great Bookham)
St Jerome’s Cat
St Jerome in his study kept a great big cat,
It’s always in his pictures, with its feet upon the
Did he give it milk to drink, in a little dish?
When it came to Fridays, did he give it fish?
If I lost my little cat, I’d be sad without it;
I should ask St Jerome what to do about it.
I should ask St Jerome, just because of that,
For he’s the only saint I know who kept a kitty cat.
(Z. Brittain-Murray, Sedgley)