YE Cats that at midnight spit love at each other, Who best feel the pangs of a passionate lover, I appeal to your scratches and your tattered fur, If the business of Love be no more than to purr. Old Lady Grimalkin with her gooseberry eyes, Knew something when a kitten, for why she was wise; You find by experience, the love-fit's soon o'er, @3Puss! Puss!@1 lasts not long, but turns to @3Cat-whore!@1 Men ride many miles, Cats tread many tiles, Both hazard their necks in the fray; Only Cats, when they fall From a house or a wall, Keep their feet, mount their tails, and away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JUDGE SELAH LIVELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WAPENTAKE; TO ALFRED TENNYSON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 54 by PHILIP SIDNEY MEMORY by AMANDA LUELLA BARLOW SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE DOOR-BELL by CHARLOTTE BECKER A SUNRISE IN MARCH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN WILTSHIRE; SUGGESTED BY POINTS OF SIMILARITY WITH THE SOMME COUNTRY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |