CAT! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd?--How many tit bits stolen? Gaze With those bright languid segments green, and prick Those velvet ears--but pr'ythee do not stick Thy latent talons in me--and upraise Thy gentle mew--and tell me all thy frays Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick. Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists-- For all the wheezy asthma, --and for all Thy tail's tip is nick'd off--and though the fists Of many a maid have given thee many a maul, Still is that fur as soft as when the lists In youth thou enter'dst on glass bottled wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PROBLEM IN AESTHETICS by KAREN SWENSON ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SUMTER by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL A RENUNCIATION by EDWARD DE VERE MUSKETAQUID by RALPH WALDO EMERSON LOST ART by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |