To a Kitten Named Fly: a Farewell
What muse whispered your name to me, what sprite?
Too apt for you, whose crazed and dizzy dance
Led hearts along the fleet path of your tail,
Your ringed and ginger tail, hearts rested in
Two amber eyes. Too apt, o clever cat
Who conned well how to slip in cosy beds
And make us answer to those gentle orbs
Pleading for milk or fish. Too apt - for, raised
Alas! a quiv’ring bloody eager rage
In a mild dog who ne’er till now so shook
To racial strings and old, you dared not stop,
But flew, dear Fly, away. Five days we laughed
Then dropping salty tears, all, down to your bed
We gave and could not watch your parting head.