Cat! Silver by Eleanor Farjeon By Walter de la Mare Cat! Scat! Slowly, silently, now the moon After her, after her, Walks the night in her silver shoon; Sleeky flatterer, This way, and that, she peers, and sees 5 Spitfire chatterer, Silver fruit upon silver trees; Scatter her, scatter her, One by one the casements catch Off her mat! Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Wuff! Couched in his kennel, like a log, Wuff! With paws of silver sleeps the dog; 10 Treat her rough! From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep Git her, git her. Of doves in silver feathered sleep Whiskery spitter! A harvest mouse goes scampering by, Catch her, catch her, With silver claws, and silver eye; Green-eyed scratcher! And moveless fish in the water gleam, 15 Slathery By silver reeds in a silver stream. Slithery Hisser, Don't miss her! Your World Run till you're dithery, 20 Hithery Thithery BY Pftts! Pftts! Your world is as big as you make it. How she spits! I know, for I used to abide Spitch! Spatch! In the narrowest nest in a corner, 25 Can't she scratch! My wings pressing close to my side. Scritching the bark Of the sycamore tree, But I sighted the distant horizon She's reached her ark Where the skyline encircled the sea And's hissing at me And I throbbed with a burning desire 30 Pftts! Pftts! To travel this immensity. Wuff! Wuff! Scat, I battered the cordons around me Cat! And cradled my wings on the breeze, That's Then soared to the uttermost reaches 35 That! With rapture, with power, with ease!
Cat! by Eleanor Farjeon Cat! Scat! After her, after her, Sleeky flatterer, 5 Spitfire chatterer, Scatter her, scatter her, Off her mat! Wuff! Wuff! 10 Treat her rough! Git her, git her. Whiskery spitter! Catch her, catch her, Green-eyed scratcher! 15 Slathery Slithery Hisser, Don't miss her! Run till you're dithery, 20 Hithery Thithery Pftts! Pftts! How she spits! Spitch! Spatch! 25 Can't she scratch! Scritching the bark Of the sycamore tree, She's reached her ark And's hissing at me 30 Pftts! Pftts! Wuff! Wuff! Scat, Cat! That's 35 That! Silver By Walter de la Mare Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog; From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep Of doves in silver feathered sleep A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws, and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream. Your World BY Your world is as big as you make it. I know, for I used to abide In the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side. But I sighted the distant horizon Where the skyline encircled the sea And I throbbed with a burning desire To travel this immensity. I battered the cordons around me And cradled my wings on the breeze, Then soared to the uttermost reaches With rapture, with power, with ease!
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