Milo The Ghost Cat

Along the lane, in hedge and field

A ghostly shape is oft’ revealed

Marking out his habitat

None other than Milo the Cat

From out the gloom in veggie patch

A sudden glimpse you’ll sometimes catch

Of silver fur and gleaming eyes

A presence that belies his size

On grassy track some drivers find

That Milo they are stuck behind

He strolls along at his own pace

No room to pass, there’s just no space

He’ll turn and fix one with a glare

For some it can lead to despair

Until he bores of this dull game

And vanishes – so grows his fame.