A Little Anthology of Canadian Poets

A Little Anthology of Canadian Poets

A Little Anthology of Canadian Poets

A Little Anthology of Canadian Poets

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The Prize Cat

E. J. Pratt


Pure blood domestic, guaranteed,

Soft-mannered, musical in purr,

The ribbon had declared the breed,

Gentility was in the fur.


Such feline culture in the gads,

No anger ever arched her back --

What distance since those velvet pads

Departed from the leopard's track!


And when I mused how Time had thinned

The jungle strains within the cells,

How human hands had disciplined

Those prowling optic parallels;


I saw the generations pass

Along the reflex of a spring,

A bird had rustled in the grass,

The tab had caught it on the wing:


Behind the leap so furtive-wild

Was such ignition in the gleam,

I thought an Abyssinian child

Had cried out in the whitethroat's scream.

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