TO MRS. REYNOLDS’S CAT
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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