Poem of the day

[pallas_athena]

An Appeal to Cats in the Business of Love
by Thomas Flatman

Ye Cats that at midnight spit love at each other,
Who best feel the pangs of a passionate Lover,
I appeal to your scratches, and your tattered fur,
If the business of Love be no more than to Purr.
Old Lady Grimalkin with her Gooseberry eyes,
Knew something when a Kitten, for why she was wise;
You find by experience the Love fit's soon o'er,
Puss! Puss! lasts not long, but turns to Cat-whore.
Men ride many Miles,
Cats tread many Tiles,
Both hazard their necks in the Fray;
Only Cats, when they fall
From a House, or a Wall,
Keep their feet, mount their Tails, and away!

Comments

[artnouveauho.livejournal.com]

Sung version on YouTube here (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7yyYxCtqQg). (Warning: Cat noises, countertenors.)

[wolfinthewood.livejournal.com]

I have just listened to it. Great fun. I'd love to hear it live, or played through good hi-fi.

[breltard95.livejournal.com]

Me-ow!

Danger! Here There Be Countertenors!

[breltard95.livejournal.com]

After watching the video, I'm getting hilarious mental images of a choir singing this chasing a choir singing Le Chant des Oiseaux.

[artnouveauho.livejournal.com]

This needs to happen, POSTHASTE.

[wolfinthewood.livejournal.com]

I really like this. I meant to say so when you posted it, but something distracted me. It reminds me of the slightly earlier piece that was set by William Lawes, 'The cats, as other creatures do', but this is a better poem.