Pussy with the large gray eyes,
In whose orb, a cunning lies
Deep as the blue in yonder skies;
Thou whose back outshines the sun,
Sable hairs all smoothed in one,
As if by loving hands ’twere done.
Wetting thy reluctant feet,
To gain a dainty piece of meat,
Knowing that stolen food is sweet.
Gazing with ensnaring glance,
On the pigeon’s swift advance,
Which by thy look thou dost entrance.
Oh, why pause with indecision,
When the young bird before thy vision
Beckons thee on to meals Elysian?
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