IT was a hungry pussy cat, upon Thanksgiving morn, And she watched a thankful little mouse, that ate an ear of corn. "If I ate that little mouse, how thankful he should be, When he has made a meal himself, to make a meal for me; Then with his thanks for having fed, and his thanks for feeding me, With all HIS thankfulness inside, how thankful I shall be!" Thus mused the hungry pussy cat, upon Thanksgiving Day; But the little mouse had overheard and declined (with thanks) to stay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE, FR. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE CARELESS GALLANT by THOMAS JORDAN THE COLISEUM by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE KING'S DAUGHTER by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE EPIGRAM: 18. THE ENEMY OF LIFE by THOMAS WYATT SONNET: AT STRATFORD-UPON-AVON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SUCCESSOR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET RETURN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 23 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |