IN EGYPT they worshipped me -- I am the Cat. Because I bend not to the will of man They call me a mystery. When I catch and play with a mouse, They call me cruel, Yet they take animals to keep In parks and zoos, that they may gape at them. Nay, more, they persecute their own human creatures; They shoot, they hang, they torture them, Yet dare to call me cruel. Could they but see themselves As I, the Cat, see them, These human creatures, bereft of all freedom, Who follow in the ruts others made Long ages gone! Who have rings in their noses, Yet know it not. They hate me, the Cat, Because, forsooth, I do not love them. Do they love me? They think all animals are made for their pleasure, To be their slaves. And, while I kill only for my needs, They kill for pleasure, power and gold, And then pretend to a superiority! Why should I love them? I, the Cat, whose ancestors Proudly trod the jungle, Not one ever tamed by man. Ah, do they know That the same immortal hand That gave them breath, gave breath to me? But I alone am free -- I am THE CAT. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN MOZART'S REQUIEM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS INSPIRATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) THE HAYLOFT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FLOWER AND THORN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HYMN, COMPOSED FOR THE CHILDREN OF A SUNDAY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON PLAY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY ODE ON ASTRONOMY; WRITTEN FOR THE PRIZE AT CAMBRIDGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |