The cat that comes to my window sill When the moon looks cold and the night is still -- He comes in a frenzied state alone With a tail that stands like a pine tree cone, And says, "I have finished my evening lark, And I think I can hear a hound dog bark. My whiskers are frozen stuck to my chin. I do wish you'd git up and let me in." That cat gits in. But if in solitude of the night He doesn't appear to be feeling right, And rises and stretches and seeks the floor, And some remote corner he would explore, And doesn't feel satisfied just because There's no good spot for to sharpen his claws, And meows and canters uneasy about Beyond the least shadow of any doubt That cat gits out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASTRAEA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS VULTURES by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM CITY AND VILLAGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 5. ALLAH-AL-KUDDUS by EDWIN ARNOLD A SONG OF RICHES by KATHARINE LEE BATES |