It was an icy day. We buried the cat, then took her box and set match to it in the back yard. Those fleas that escaped earth and fire died by the cold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA TO A PACIFIST FRIEND by GEORGE SANTAYANA SIGNATURE OF LOVE by KAREN SWENSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 8. FLORENCE by SARA TEASDALE HIS IMMORTALITY by THOMAS HARDY IF WE MUST DIE by CLAUDE MCKAY THE LAST GOODBYE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANNIE WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860 by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE |