 THE TOMCAT At midnight in the alley, a tomcat comes to wail, and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent bony, brindled. Tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell, and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved, sharp claws, and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights air cities were, or laws. Beast from world primeval, he and his leaping clan, when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow, and lick his silky fur, and veil the brute in his yellow eyes, and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail, and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. At midnight in the alley, a tomcat comes to wail, and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent bony, brindled. Tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell, and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved, sharp claws, and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights air cities were, or laws. Beast from world primeval, he and his leaping clan, when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow, and lick his silky fur, and veil the brute in his yellow eyes, and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail, and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. At midnight in the alley, a tomcat comes to wail, and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent bony, brindled. Tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell, and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers, and bears his curved, sharp claws, and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights air cities were, or laws. Beast from a world primeval, he and his leaping clan, when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow, and lick his silky fur, and veil the brute in his yellow eyes, and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail, and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquise, read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner from Ballycleric County, Hunter, Northern Ireland, situated in the northeast of the island of Ireland. The Tomcat at midnight in the alley, a tomcat comes to wail, and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail, malevolent, bony, brindled, tiger and devil and bard. His eyes are coals from the middle of hell, and his heart is black and hard. He twists sun crutches and capers, and bears his curved sharp claws, and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights. Air said he's wear, or laws, beast from world, primeval, he and his leaping clan, when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur, and veal the Brit in his yellow eyes and play his team and purr, but at midnight in the alley he will crouch again on wail, and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquess, read for LibriVox.org by Cornel Nemes in Reno, Nevada. The Tomcat at midnight in the alley, a Tomcat comes to wail, and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snakey tail. Malevolent, bony, brindle tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are calls from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crutches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws, and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights or cities where, or alas, beast from world primeval. He and his leaping clan, when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs, give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur, and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and the purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail, and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail, end of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquess, read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail, and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent bony, brindled, tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crutches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws, and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights or cities where, or alas, beast from world primeval. From world primeval he and his leaping clan, when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs, give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur, and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquess, read for LibriVox.org by Frank Duncan. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail, malevolent, bony, brindled, tiger and devil and bard. His eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved, sharp claws. And he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, air, cities were, or laws. Beast from world primeval he and his leaping clan, when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs, give voice to the scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquis read for LibriVox.org by phone. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail, malevolent, bony, brindled, tiger and devil and bard. His eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, air, cities were, or laws. Beast from world primeval he and his leaping clan, when the blotched red moon leers over the roost give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquis, read for LibriVox.org by Gwendolyn Goreham. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail, malevolent, bony, brindled, tiger and devil and bard. His eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, air, cities were, or laws. Beast from world primeval he and his leaping clan, when the blotched red moon leers over the roost give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr, but at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquis, read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham, England, GrahamScottAudio.com. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent, bony, brindled, tiger and devil and bard. His eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, air, cities were or laws. Beast from world primeval he and his leaping clan, when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug to-morrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr, but at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon's song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marcus, read for LibriVox.org by Harshata. The Tomcat at midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent bony, brindled, tiger and devil and barred. His eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, air, cities, or war, or laws. Beast from world, primeval, he and his leaping plan. When the plotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and wail the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and poor. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon's song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquess, read for Librox.org by Ian King. The Tomcat at midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent bony, brindled, tiger and devil and barred. His eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, air, cities, war, or laws. First from world primeval he and his leaping clan, when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and wail the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and poor. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon song with a swing off his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquess, read for Librox.org by Kevin S. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley the Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Molevolent bony, brindled, tiger and devil and barred. His eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights ere cities were or laws. Beast from world primeval, he and his weeping clan when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and wail the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and poor. At midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquess, read for Librox.org by Larry Wilson. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent, bony, brindled tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights ere cities were or laws. Beast from the primeval, he and his weeping clan when the blotched moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and poor. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquess, read for LibriVox.org by Maricel Quay. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent, bony, brindled tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved, sharp claws. And he sings to the stars of the jungle nights ere cities were or laws. Beast from world primeval, he and his weeping clan when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silkie fur and wail the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon's song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquess, read for LibriVox.org by M.E. Allen. July 6, 2019. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley, a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent, bony, brindled tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights air cities were or laws. Beast from the world primeval, he and his leaping clan when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley, he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon's song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquess, read for LibraVox.org by Michelle Fry, Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley, a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent, bony, brindled tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, ere cities were or laws. Beast from world primeval, he and his leaping clan when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley, he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon's song with the swing of his demon's tail. And of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquis. Read for LibriVox.org by narrator J. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley, a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent, bony, brindled tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, ere cities were or laws. Beast from world primeval, he and his leaping clan when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon's song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquis. Red for LibriVox.org by Peter Yersley. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent, bony, brindled tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights. Air cities were, all laws. Beast from the world primeval, he and his leaping clan when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give a voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon's song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquis, read for LibriVox by Rebecca Zimmerman. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent, bony, brindled tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights air cities were or laws. Beast from world primeval, he and his leaping clan when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon's song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquis, read for LibriVox by Skip. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent, bony, brindled tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights air cities were or laws. Beast from world primeval, he and his leaping clan when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs gives voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon song with a swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquis, read for LibriVox.org by Leknarf. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent bony, brindled tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, air cities were or laws. Beast from world primeval, he and his leaping clan when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquis, read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent bony, brindled tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, air cities were or laws. Beast from world primeval, he and his leaping clan when the blotched red moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquess, read fully breebox.org by Tavaresh. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malevolent bony, brindled tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, air cities were or laws. Beast from world primeval, he and his leaping clan when the blotched red moon layers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time of his demon's song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Tomcat by Don Marquess, read fully breebox.org by Kudano. The Tomcat. At midnight in the alley a Tomcat comes to wail and he chants the hate of a million years as he swings his snaky tail. Malvoland, bone, brindled, tiger and devil and bard, his eyes are coals from the middle of hell and his heart is black and hard. He twists and crouches and capers and bears his curved sharp claws and he sings to the stars of the jungle nights, air cities were or laws. Beast from the world primeval, he and his sleeping clan, when the bloodthread moon leers over the roofs give voice to their scorn of man. He will lie on a rug tomorrow and lick his silky fur and veil the brute in his yellow eyes and play his tame and purr. But at midnight in the alley he will crouch again and wail and beat the time for his demon's song with the swing of his demon's tail. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.