The big brave angel cat,
folding a rainbow wing,
stretched out his gentle paw.
I'll find, purred he,
a kitten-- you were kind--
you must not grieve for me.
This one might do,
this timid little stray.
Terrestrial night to my celestial day;
it cannot take my place,
no other could do that.
But though you cannot bring me back,
you might retrace
remembrance
in a kitten's pansy-face.
By Jacintha Buddicom, b. 1901, English Writer
folding a rainbow wing,
stretched out his gentle paw.
I'll find, purred he,
a kitten-- you were kind--
you must not grieve for me.
This one might do,
this timid little stray.
Terrestrial night to my celestial day;
it cannot take my place,
no other could do that.
But though you cannot bring me back,
you might retrace
remembrance
in a kitten's pansy-face.
By Jacintha Buddicom, b. 1901, English Writer
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