All one needs to say
Is, “Where’s the little kitty? . . .
The one you loved so well,
That wore a silver bell? . . .
And did it run away? . . .
Well, isn’t that a pity!”
And shut will go the eyes
Till memory supplies
The pleasure of the purr,
The rhythm of the fur,
The tinkle in the ears, —
The trickle of the tears.
From Boundaries
