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- 1816
- TO MRS. REYNOLDS'S CAT
- by John Keats
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- Cat! who hast 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 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 nick'd 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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- THE END
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