“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” ― Jean Cocteau

Monday, 15 August 2016

A Cat - A cat poem

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She had a name among the children;
But no one loved though someone owned
Her, locked her out of doors at bedtime
And had her kittens duly drowned.






In Spring, nevertheless, this cat
Ate blackbirds, thrushes, nightingales,
And birds of bright voice and plume and flight,
As well as scraps from neighbours’ pails.

I loathed and hated her for this;
One speckle on a thrush’s breast
Was worth a million such; and yet
She lived long, till God gave her rest.
-Edward Thomas
By from the Hutton/Stringer Archive, circa 1905. - [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Thomasportrait.jpg Wikipedia, Public Domain,
Thomas is known for how his writing perfectly symbolises his view on nature.

A Cat by Edward Thomas shares his emotional feelings about a cat. He hates the cat because it kills the birds which Edward Thomas loves but he also realises that the cat probably hates him for doing similar actions on the cat's kittens by saying they have been "duly drowned." The poem questions nature and death, making it a deep and meaningful cat poem to add to our favourites.




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