A Poet’s Cat
A poet's cat sedate and grave
As poet well could wish to have,
Was much addicted to inquire
For nooks, to which she might retire,
And where, secure as mouse in chink,
She might repose, or sit and think.
I know not where she caught the trick -
Nature perhaps had cast her
In such a mould philosophique
Or else she learn'd it of her master.
William Cowper
A poet's cat sedate and grave
As poet well could wish to have,
Was much addicted to inquire
For nooks, to which she might retire,
And where, secure as mouse in chink,
She might repose, or sit and think.
I know not where she caught the trick -
Nature perhaps had cast her
In such a mould philosophique
Or else she learn'd it of her master.
William Cowper
i would think a poets' cat would have to be pretty understanding, or it WOULD learn from its master ;))) nice Barb
ReplyDeleteThank you, Yolo! :)
ReplyDeletePoets have such keen insights. Just ask any cat that owns one.
ReplyDeleteHahahahaha!! You are so right, Mike! Thank you! :)
ReplyDeleteEvery poet needs a cat... there is much to learn from them :-)
ReplyDeleteYes, Jonie! Thank you! :)
ReplyDeletelove it and i appreciate it thoroughly being a cat lover myself. this one is penned perfectly.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lorilynn! :)
ReplyDeleteI love that image! There has been many a poet over time who would have cherished that picture, considering also a feeling of the art.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Montucky! :)
ReplyDeleteNice image and catchy poem. Only, I wonder where the mouse is hold up at...
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Leave it to you, Preston, to come up with that! :)
ReplyDeleteShe learned it of her master...........:)
ReplyDeleteYes, she did! Thank you, Neva! :)
ReplyDeleteHow sweet both the image and poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anna! :)
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