It always comes, and when it comes they know.
Those sharp ears hear the footsteps in the hall.
Running over to the sound, they crouch below.

Even fast, she's moving much too slow.
At the counter, flustered, cans will fall.
It always comes, and when it comes they know.

Impatient as they're pacing to and fro,
the dishes tip and clang against the wall.
Running over to the sound, they crouch below.

It seems the last time happened long ago.
The food is lowered down to sound the call.
It always comes, and when it comes they know.
Running over to the sound, they crouch below.

First line taken from Donald Justice's 1925 poem Women in Love. This poem was inspired by two hungry cats!