More cat verse

To a Vase
by Elizabeth Barrett Browningâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s Cat

How do I break thee? Let me count the ways.
I break thee if thou art at any height
My paw can reach, when, smarting from some slight,
I sulk, or have one of my crazy days.
I break thee with an accidental graze
Or twitch of tail, if I should take a fright.
I break thee out of pure and simple spite
The way I broke the jar of mayonnaise.
I break thee if a bug upon thee sits.
I break thee if Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m in a playful mood,
And then I wrestle with the shiny bits.
I break thee if I do not like my food.
And if someone thy shards together fits,
Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ll break thee once again when thou art glued.



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The Hairball and the Mouse
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellowâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s Cat

I chased a mouse beneath the stair,
It went to ground, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it ran, my sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I coughed a hairball in the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For though my sight is sharp and true,
I saw not where that fur-bullet flew.
Some time afterward, quite by chance,
I spied them both in a single glance;
For the mouse in a corner lay dead,
A hairball lodged in his tiny head.




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The End of the Raven
by Edgar Allen Poeâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s Cat

On a night quite unenchanting,
when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting
of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven,
in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven
perched above the chamber door.
“Ravenâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s very tasty,†thought I, as I tiptoed oâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]er the floor.
“There is nothing I like more.â€

Soft upon the rug I treaded,
calm and careful as I headed
Toward his roost atop that dreaded
bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the bard and birdie chattered,
I made sure that nothing clattered
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered,
as I crossed the corridor,
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor --
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.

Still the Raven never fluttered,
standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered,
his two centsâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji] worth -- “Nevermore.â€
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up,
oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up,
pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore --
Only this and not much more.

“Oooo!†my pickled poet cried out,
“Pussycat, itâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s time I dried out!
Never sat I in my hideout
talking to a bird before;
How Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ve wallowed in self-pity,
while my gallant, valiant kitty
Put an end to that damned ditty†--
then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped -- and smashed it on the floor.



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From a Catâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s Garden of Verses
by Robert Louis Stevensonâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s Cat

The Rain
The rain is raining all around,
It rains on me and you;
I hope the neighborâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s dog has drowned,
Or caught a fatal flu.

Mealtime
A mousie squealing in a trap
Woke me from my morning nap.
Wasnâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t he so very sweet
To tell me it was time to eat?

Whole Duty of Cats
A cat should never kill a mouse
Until heâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s chased it through the house,
And shown it to another kitten,
Before its little head is bitten.

Catty Thought
The world is so full of such edible things,
Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ll nibble their feet, and Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]ll chew off their wings.



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Treed
by Joyce Kilmerâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s Cat

I think that I shall never see
A poem as nifty as a tree.
A tree whose rugged trunk seems meant
To speed a happy catâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s ascent;
A tree that laughs at dogs all day
And serves up baby birds for prey;
A tree whose limbs are in the sky
Where clandestinely I can spy;
Until it does upon me dawn
It is a mile down to the lawn.
Poems are made by cats like me,
But only you can get me off this stupid tree.

I love those Hissy! Being an English major in college, I studied all of the people poets. They never told us about their infintely more talented cats!