tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post1895741917745413305..comments2023-12-24T09:46:52.681-08:00Comments on Carnivale Selah: Bellacafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-70517731781132916822017-04-09T06:52:04.865-07:002017-04-09T06:52:04.865-07:00An old cats dying soliloquy
Years saw me still A...An old cats dying soliloquy <br /><br />Years saw me still Acasto’s mansion grace,<br />The gentlest, fondest of the tabby race;<br />Before him frisking through the garden glade,<br />Or at his feet in quiet slumber laid;<br />Praised for my glossy back of zebra streak,<br />And wreaths of jet encircling round my neck;<br />Soft paws that ne’er extend the clawing nail,<br />The snowy whisker and the sinuous tail;<br />Now feeble age each glazing eyeball dims,<br />And pain has stiffened these once supple limbs;<br />Fate of eight lives the forfeit gasp obtains,<br />And e’en the ninth creeps languid through my veins.<br />Much sure of good the future has in store,<br />When on my master’s hearth I bask no more,<br />In those blest climes, where fishes oft forsake<br />The winding river and the glassy lake;<br />There, as our silent-footed race behold<br />The crimson spots and fins of lucid gold,<br />Venturing without the shielding waves to play,<br />They gasp on shelving banks, our easy prey:<br />While birds unwinged hop careless o’er the ground,<br />And the plump mouse incessant trots around,<br />Near wells of cream that mortals never skim,<br />Warm marum creeping round their shallow brim;<br />Where green valerian tufts, luxuriant spread,<br />Cleanse the sleek hide and form the fragrant bed.<br />Yet, stern dispenser of the final blow,<br />Before thou lay’st an aged grimalkin low,<br />Bend to her last request a gracious ear,<br />Some days, some few short days, to linger here;<br />So to the guardian of his tabby’s weal<br />Shall softest purrs these tender truths reveal:<br />‘Ne’er shall thy now expiring puss forget<br />To thy kind care her long-enduring debt,<br />Nor shall the joys that painless realms decree<br />Efface the comforts once bestowed by thee;<br />To countless mice thy chicken-bones preferred,<br />Thy toast to golden fish and wingless bird;<br />O’er marum borders and valerian bed<br />Thy Selima shall bend her moping head,<br />Sigh that no more she climbs, with grateful glee,<br />Thy downy sofa and thy cradling knee;<br />Nay, e’en at founts of cream shall sullen swear,<br />Since thou, her more loved master, art not there.’<br /><br />RIP BellaLisa Nickersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02748824411772434531noreply@blogger.com