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The Cat

Like little princess
She sits on paws;
With innocent looks
And ferocious jaws.

With purr so loud
And conspicuous meow,
She says to me,
“Please take me out.”

With sharpest talons
She persuades,
As if to tell us,
“Please cut my nails.”

With little jumps,
She turns around;
She says, “Let’s be
For bedroom bound.”

When younger,
You could throw a toy,
And she would fetch
With happy joy.

And on my lap
She likes to sit,
Especially when
At screen I sit.

The Village Kitty

Under a spreading Christmas tree

The village kitty lies;

The kitty, mighty cat is he,

With large and glaring eyes;

The talons of his furry paws

Are sharp as kitchen knives.

 

His hair is thick, and orange, and long;

His face is rather tan.

His tongue is wet; he won’t forget

To lick his owner’s hand.

And also licks the same one’s face,

For to lick he thinks is grand.

 

Week in, week out, from morn ’til night,

You can hear his vig’rous purr;

Can hear his little kitty bell

Whenever he does stir.

He slinks around his owner’s house

And loves his owner well.

 

And children coming home from school

Look in at open door;

They love to see his glaring eyes

And hear his mighty purr,

And watch as he does stretch and turn

And lick is lengthy fur.

 

He won’t go Sunday to the church,

For it is not too near;

He’ll miss the preaching, and the choir —

His meowing would cause fear.

But singing in the village choir

His owners do with cheer.

 

Rolling — stretching — yawning,

Onward through life he goes;

Each morning sees the food put out,

Each evening sees it go;

Something eaten, something caught,

He’s earned his night’s repose.

 

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy cat,

For lessons thou has taught!

If I could sit around all day,

I hope I’d not be caught!

I better not so lazy be

Or poor will be my lot.

 

 

[With apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]

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