Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

A Cat

She had a name among the children;
But no one loved though someone owned
Her, locked her out of doors at bedtime
And had her kittens duly drowned.

In Spring, nevertheless, this cat
Ate blackbirds, thrushes, nightingales,
And birds of bright voice and plume and flight,
As well as scraps from neighbours’ pails.

I loathed and hated her for this;
One speckle on a thrush’s breast
Was worth a million such; and yet
She lived long, till God gave her rest. 

1. When We Two Walked
2. There's Nothing like the Sun
3. The Sun Used to Shine
4. Head and Bottle
5. The Green Roads

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