The cat must be fed

 A little ditty inspired by one of my Nanny’s (grandmother’s) many tales of war-time Coventry.

Some cried, some prayed,
Some whistled and shouted,
Till all sound did fade
Behind a call no one doubted.
Oh the air-raid-siren was feared above all,
It curdled the blood, that ominous call.

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