To
a Cat
by
John Keats
Cat!
who has pass'd 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 prythee do not stick
Thy
latent talons in me - 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 nick'd off - and though the fists
Of
many a maid have given thee many a maul,
Still
is thy fur as when the lists
In
youth thou enter'dst on glass-bottled wall.
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