Guest poem submitted by Suresh Ramasubramanian:
(Poem #575) To Mrs. Reynolds' Cat
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? -- How many tit bits stolen? Gaze With those bright languid segments green, and prick Those velvet ears -- but pr'ythee do not stick Thy latent talons in me -- and upraise Thy gentle mew -- and tell me all thy frays Of fish and mice, and rats and tender chick. Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -- For all the wheezy asthma, -- and for all Thy tail's tip is nick'd off -- and though the fists Of many a maid have given thee many a maul, Still is that fur as soft as when the lists In youth thou enter'dst on glass-bottled wall.
Keats doesn't need any introduction anyway ;) As for the poem itself, it's a charming commentary on an old cat. Light-hearted, enjoyable - and brilliant. Suresh. [thomas adds] A classical Petrarchan sonnet: iambic pentameter, the octave rhyming _abbaabba_, the sestet _cdcdcd_. It's a testimony to the power of the sonnet that even the Romantics, with their emphasis on freedom and spontaneity, continued to write notable pieces in this form... today's poem may not soar to the heights of Keats' great "On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer" , but it does not aspire to do so in the first place. Instead, as Suresh said, it remains an excellent example of light verse, charming and enjoyable. thomas.  (poem #12)