54032: A Cat

<p dir="ltr"> She had a name among the children;<br> But no one loved though someone owned<br> Her, locked her out of doors at bedtime<br> And had her kittens duly drowned.<br> In Spring, nevertheless, this cat<br> Ate blackbirds, thrushes, nightingales,<br> And birds of bright voice and plume and flight,<br> As well as scraps from neighbours' pails.<br> I loathed and hated her for this;<br> One speckle on a thrush's breast<br> Was worth a million such; and yet<br> She lived long, till God gave her rest.<br></p>