Once There Was A Crooked House

Once there was a crooked house

Wherein stirred no man or mouse

Only dogs of black and white

Cats of grey, no birds of flight

The inside was just monochrome

Soothing the beasts who called it home

The outside bore the test of time

Yet somehow still majestic in it’s prime

(57 words)

This photo made me think of the limerick about the crooked house, so I came up with a fitting poem instead. Thanks for the fun prompt, Sue!