"Come to the love feast, Pussie. We want you right away." "I'm busy catching birds, sir. I'll come some other day." "We're going to have a love feast, Sir Toad, and wait for you." "I'm busy catching flies, now; and won't tomorrow do?" "Come to the love feast, Robin. We need your merry song." "I'm busy catching insects, but I'll be there ere long." "Grave Mistress Owl, a love feast waits your wisdom so sublime." "I'm killing mice at present, sir. I'll come another time." So they postponed the love feast till they could find a day When no one of the guests could find an animal to slay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 7. THE SILENCE by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE TEACHER by LESLIE PINCKNEY HILL THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WALLABOUT MARTYRS by WALT WHITMAN |