by John Keats (1795 - 1821)

Cat! who hast past thy grand climacteric
Language: English 
Cat! who hast past thy grand climacteric,
How many mice and rats hast in thy days
Destroy'd? -- how many tit bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green and prick
Those velvet ears -- but pr'ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me -- and upraise
Thy gentle mew -- and tell me all thy frays
Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists --
For all the wheezy asthma, -- and for all
Thy tail's tip is nicked off -- and though the fists
Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
Still is that fur as soft as when the lists
In youth thou enter'dst on glass-bottled wall.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-07-12
Line count: 14
Word count: 118