5 FEBRUARY 1921, Page 14

POETRY.

OLD CAT CARE, OUTSIDE THE COTTAGE.

GREEN-EYED Care

May prowl and glare

And poke his snub, be-whiskered nose:

But Door fits tight Against the Night : Through criss-cross cracks no evil goes.

Window is small: No room at all For Worry and Money, his shoulder-bones : Chimney is wide, But Smoke's inside, And happy Smoke would strangle his moans.

Be-whiskered Care May prowl out there: But I never heard

He caught the Blue Bird.

RICHARD HUGHES.