_My cat prowls by the water-side
And his green eyes are as soft and bright
As jewels in the night
He creeps with stealth and noiseless tread
So sure of foot you need not fear
When he is near_
_As he glides on and through the grass
Like some grey shadow on the track
None may see him pass
And no small mouse or trembling bird
His hunting instinct will escape
From his hungry shape._
_And often on a summer's eve
When daylight's fading in the sky
I will descry
A whiskered shadow as it creeps
Along the wall as day is done
And fades the evening sun_
_I love my cat, my faithful friend
Whose ways are full of mystery
And I am he
Whom he seeks out so lovingly
So I will care and keep him well
My little tiger, my grey sentinel._