An old English Pub song for cats. I imagine
a 1940’s black and white film, with all the neighborhood
felines gathered around some delectable garbage cans under a full
moon, mewling half-drunkenly about the simple pleasures.
There’s a bowl of
milk in the moonlight
There’s a mouse on the mat at the door
When the morning dawns
And the tired world yawns
I’ll be curled up by the window
In the warm, warm sun