Thursday, 2 August 2007

mrs reynold's cat

me and burberry resuscitate a man who's really too old to be resuscitated but has been so active prior to his current admission it'd have been unethical not to. born before the first world war and old enough to remember it as he lies in his bed, being kept comfortable now, i wonder at the century he's seen.

I've been thinking about keats lately, beauty, truth and all that but for the above fellow i think mrs reynold's cat is far more appropriate

To Mrs Reynold'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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