lavncelot:“To Mrs Reynolds’s Cat”by John KeatsCat! who hast passed thy grand clima
lavncelot:“To Mrs Reynolds’s Cat”by John KeatsCat! who hast passed thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroyed? How many tit-bits stolen? GazeWith those bright languid segments green, and prickThose velvet ears - but prithee do not stick Thy latent talons in me, and up-raise Thy gentle mew, and tell me all thy fraysOf fish and mice, and rats and tender chick.Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists - For all thy wheezy asthma, and for allThy 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 enteredst on glass-bottled wall.We like to associate Keats with sorrow, so here’s a friendly reminder that one time he wrote a comical ode to his friend’s mom’s cat and it was amazing -- source link
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