THE PET CAT
Dainty little ball of fur, sleek and round and fat,
Yawning through the lazy hours, some one's household cat.
Lying on a bed of down, decked in ribbons gay,
What a pleasant life you lead, whether night or day.
Romping through the house at will, racing down the hall,
Full of pretty playful pranks, loved and praised by all.
Wandering from room to room to find the choicest spot,
Favored little household puss, happy is your lot.
THE TRAMP CAT
Poor little beggar cat, hollow-eyed and gaunt,
Creeping down the alleyways like a ghost of want,
Kicked and beat by thoughtless boys, bent on cruel play,
What a sorry life you lead, whether night or day.
Hunting after crusts or crumbs, gnawing meatless bones,
Trembling at a human step, fearing bricks and stones,
Shrinking at an outstretched hand, knowing only blows,
Wretched little beggar cat, born to suffer woes.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Published in In the Animal World by Emma Serl
Boston: Silver, Burdett & Co., c1913.
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