TAFFY, the topaz-colored cat, Thinks now of this and now of that, But chiefly of his meals. Asparagus, and cream, and fish, Are objects of his Freudian wish; What you don't give, he steals. His gallant heart is strongly stirred By clink of plate or flight of bird, He has a plumy tail; At night he treads on stealthy pad As merry as Sir Galahad A-seeking of the Grail. His amiable amber eyes Are very friendly, very wise; Like Buddha, grave and fat, He sits, regardless of applause, And thinking, as he kneads his paws, What fun to be a cat! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD MY CRYSTAL BRIDE by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS DIRGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FANNIE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO THE FONT-GEORGES by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 4 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |