FINIS. To the Superior Animal

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To sum up all, I'm old -- and that's A fact the years decide;It is a common thing with cats And not a thing to hide.

But to feel what it is -- how kind How true to love and lawFor this you must be quite resigned And not avoid its paw.

It does not come as reckless foe A shrinking prey to take,But with soft footstep that we know By comfort in its wake.

Though it spoils something -- that is true, Which we must learn to lackAnd takes alike from me and you What never does come back.

It caters for our failing strength In many a dainty scrap,And gently lays us at our length In some secluded lap.

It may bless you -- (I think it should) Beyond what I make out,With things perhaps too great and good For cats to talk about.

Since I find in it blessing free From all it can destroy,And so its progress is to me A miracle of joy.

But my look out to occupy And make the most of that.You must be quite as old as I, If not yourself a Cat!

© Waring Anna Letitia