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Robert W Service - The Cat With Wings
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You never saw a cat with wings,
I`ll bet a dollar — well, I did;
`Twas one of those fantastic things
One runs across in old Madrid.
A walloping big tom it was,
(Maybe of the Angora line),
With silken ears and velvet paws,
And silver hair, superbly fine.

It sprawled upon a crimson mat,
Yet though crowds came to gaze on it,
It was a supercilious cat,
And didn`t seem to mind a bit.
It looked at us with dim disdain,
And indolently seemed to sigh:
"There`s not another cat in Spain
One half so marvelous as I."

Its owner gently stroked its head,
And tickled it with fingers light.
"Ah no, it cannot fly," he said;
"But see - it has the wings all right."
Then tenderly from off its back
He raised, despite its feline fears,
Appendages that seemed to lack
Vitality - like rabbit`s ears.

And then the vision that I had
Of Tabbie soaring through the night,
Quick vanished, and I felt so sad
For that poor pussy`s piteous plight.
For though frustration has it stings,
Its mockeries in Hope`s despite,
The hell of hells is to have wings
Yet be denied the bliss of flight.
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