On the Ancestry of Housecats
Her lineage considered, my little cat"Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"
Is no great murderess.
Domesticated and surburbanized,
She sups on Tender Vittles from a dish,
Sleeps a lot in sunny spots,
Whoever dared to frame this little beast
Included in the plan
Both fang and claw,
The muscled haunch, the lashing tail,
And eyes --
Oriental yellow fire,
And so I watch,
Queasy and appalled,
Each time this kitty calmly dines
On chipmunk sushi.
-- Warren F. O'Rourke, 1991