YOU'S as stiff an' as cold as a stone, Little cat! Dey's done frowed out and left you alone, Little cat! I'se a-strokin' you' fur, But you don't never purr, Nor hump up anywhere, Little cat — W'y is dat? Is you's purrin' and humpin' up done? An' w'y fer is you's little foot tied, Little cat? Did dey pisen you's tummick inside, Little cat? Did dey pound you wif bricks, Or wif big nasty sticks, Or abuse you wif kicks, Little cat? Tell me dat, Did they holler w'enever you cwied? Did it hurt werry bad w'en you died, Little cat? Oh! W'y didn't you wun off and hide, Little cat? Tink of dat! I is wet in my eyes — 'Cause I almost always cwies When a pussy cat dies, Little cat, An' I's awfully solly besides! Dest lay still dere down in de sof' gwown', Little cat, W'ile I tucks de gween gwass all awoun', Little cat, Dey can't hurt you no more W'en you's tired an' so sore — Dest sleep twiet, you pore Little cat, Wif a pat, And forget all de kicks of de town. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL EPIGRAM ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG by ALEXANDER POPE CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT by MARIA ABDY THE GIRLS' LOT by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS |