Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THAT CAT, by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING


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First Line: The cat that comes to my window sill
Last Line: That cat gits out.
Alternate Author Name(s): King, Ben
Subject(s): Animals; Cats


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.







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