Most revellers have long since fled, <br />And I, alone, am out of bed, <br />Walking the streets so still and dead, <br />The night belongs to cats. <br /> <br />See lordly Toms on high survey, <br />Nocturnal realms where they hold sway, <br />While others go in search of prey, <br />The night belongs to cats. <br /> <br />As mournful yowls fragment the night, <br />And deep in shadow, eyes shine bright, <br />I wander where I have no right, <br />This night belongs to cats.<br /><br />Graeme Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-belongs-to-cats/
