On a Cat Ageing
He blinks upon the hearth-rug, Life will go on for ever,
and yawns in deep content, with all that cat can wish:
accepting all the comforts warmth and the glad procession
that Providence has sent. of fish and milk and fish.
Louder he purrs, and louder, Only the thought disturbs him-
in one glad hymn of praise he’s noticed once or twice,
for all the night's adventures, the times are somehow breeding
for quiet, restful days. a nimbler race of mice. -- Alexander Gray
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