YE Cats that at midnight spit love at each other, Who best feel the pangs of a passionate lover, I appeal to your scratches and your tattered fur, If the business of Love be no more than to purr. Old Lady Grimalkin with her gooseberry eyes, Knew something when a kitten, for why she was wise; You find by experience, the love-fit's soon o'er, @3Puss! Puss!@1 lasts not long, but turns to @3Cat-whore!@1 Men ride many miles, Cats tread many tiles, Both hazard their necks in the fray; Only Cats, when they fall From a house or a wall, Keep their feet, mount their tails, and away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER THE LONESOME CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |