Poems Archived
1)-Cat by J.R.R. Tolkien
2)-Cat by Sinclair Lewis
Cat
by J.R.R. Tolkien
The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim
or deep in the den
in the east feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant iron with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps on his meat
where woods loom in gloom-
far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet,
he does not forget.
Cat
by Sinclair Lewis
This is a cat that sleeps at night
That takes delight
In visions bright,
And not a vagrant that creeps at night
On boxcars by the river.
This is a sleepy cat to purr
Means salmon, steaks, and liver.
This is a cat respectable
Connectable
With selectable
Feline families respectable,
Whose names would make you quiver.
This is a cat of piety,
Not satiety,
But sobrietly,
Its vey purr is of piety
And thanks to the Feline Giver.
And this is how it prays:
"Ancient of days
With whiskers torrendous,
Hark to our praise,
Lick and defend us.
Lo, how we bring to Thee
Sweet breasts of mouses;
Hark how we sing to Thee,
Filling all houses
With ardent miaouses
Until it arouses
All mankind to battery.
Tou with golden claws,
Thou of silver claws,
Thy tail is the comets' cause,
King of all cattery!"
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