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Hal Summers

My Old Cat

My old cat is dead,
Who would butt me with his head,
He had the sleekest fur.
He had the blackest purr.
Always gentle with us
Was this black puss,
But when I found him today
Stiff and cold where he lay
His look was a lion's,
Full of rage, defiance:
Oh, he would not pretend
That what came was a friend
But met met it in pure hate.
Well died, my old cat.