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...THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY OF TREASON by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON QUATORZAINS: 11. A CLOCK STRIKING AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE YEARS TO BE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON A PRESSED FLOWER IN MY CPOY OF KEATS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |