Our first cat is Luna, who leads the five friends.
She’s ready to help them, whatever life sends.
Her fur is deep black, she’s the queen of the crew.
They know she’ll stand by them and always be true.
Here’s Bee, Luna’s daughter, ever ready to play, She’ll hide and she’ll seek ’til the end of the day.
“It’s your turn to catch me,” she loves to cry out.
She smiles the whole day long, with never a pout.
In the cold morning haar when the soft waves sway, Sits Misty the third cat, so quiet and so grey.
On a sea wall she’s settled, with thoughtful gaze, Dreaming her dreams in the silvery haze.
Nearby on the quayside, where the cats like to meet,
Lives Ollie, the fastest, he’s so quick on his feet.
His stripes are bright orange, like the sun’s evening light, As he runs through the harbour from morning to night.
Then last but not least, here’s Max, a bright spark.
He’s a tortoiseshell tabby, always up for a lark.
He hunts through the nets brought in from the sea.
On the lookout for fish to take home for his tea.
The Cats of Crail 