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kerkevik_2014) wrote2014-03-07 07:18 pm
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A poem in thanks to the kittehs who have become my greatest comfort
On a Cat, Aging by Alexander Gray (1882-1968)
He blinks upon the hearth-rug,
And yawns in deep content,
Accepting all the comforts
That providence has sent.
Louder he purrs, and louder,
In one glad hymn of praise
For all the night's adventures,
For quite, restful days,
Life will go on for ever,
With all that cat can wish:
Warmth and the glad procession
Of fish and milk and fish.
Only - the dim thought disturbs him -
He's noticed once or twice,
The times are now somehow breeding
A nimbler race of mice.
Goddess watch over us all,
'tis ok to be Takei,
Ray.
He blinks upon the hearth-rug,
And yawns in deep content,
Accepting all the comforts
That providence has sent.
Louder he purrs, and louder,
In one glad hymn of praise
For all the night's adventures,
For quite, restful days,
Life will go on for ever,
With all that cat can wish:
Warmth and the glad procession
Of fish and milk and fish.
Only - the dim thought disturbs him -
He's noticed once or twice,
The times are now somehow breeding
A nimbler race of mice.
Goddess watch over us all,
'tis ok to be Takei,
Ray.