NOCTURNE.

By Edwin Carty Ranck

A cat duet.

A silhouette.

A high brick wall,

An awful squall.

A moonlit night,

A mortal fight.

A man in bed,

Sticks out his head.

Gee Whiz!

The man has riz.

His arm draws back

A big bootjack —

A loud swish,

Squish!

“What's that?”

A dead cat.