Sunday, August 3, 2008

Cat by Mary Britton Miller

The black cat yawns,
Opens her jaws,
Stretches her legs
And shows her claws.
Then she gets up
And stands on four
Long still legs,
And yawns some more.
She shows her sharp teeth,
She stretches her lip,
Her slice of a tongue
Turns up at the tip.
Lifting herself
On her delicate toes,
She arches her back
As high as it goes.
She lets herself down
With particular care,
And pads away
With her tail in the air.

4 comments:

Geraldine said...

I learned this poem about 32 years ago. My son who is now 7 loves poem and wants me to say poem to him at night. I could not remember the words and I'm glad that i found it here.

Thanks
G

Denise said...

I LOVE this poem. When I was in prep school a young student performed it for a speech festival and nailed it perfectly. She was the perfect example of a cat - and as a cat person I would know! I came looking for it because it reminds me very much of a Pekingese I now own!

hrhkatrina said...

I learned this poem 37 years ago and I can still recite it from memory!

Anonymous said...

I also learned this poem 34 years ago! Second grade in Florida.