IN MEMORY OF MY ONLY CAT
No more shall Kitty walk on four
And wag her tail in pride
Lost in a peaceful dream fore'er
My Little Kitty died
She used to circle round my feet
And speak in hundred mews
She spoke and spoke as though she thought
I understood her news
She used to wait me everyday
There, by that kitchen door
Enquiring with another mew
"Jay, what is there in store"
A fish or bread was large enough
To please her sparkling eyes
And often in her language said
"My master, it was nice"
But now where she had played for long
Under that branch of yew
My little Kitty is buried
And silenced is her mew
Yet, yet I call 'My Kitty come'
But she is calm and quiet
Or may be saying from her grave
"Now let me sleep my poet"
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