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Poetry for Cats by Henry Beard

Poetry for Cats: The Definitive Anthology of Distinguished Feline Verse - Henry Beard

— A cute and entertaining look at that most amusing genre, satirical cat poetry.


I can’t say that I liked all of the poems, but they were mostly entertaining, and I needed something light and amusing to read. I did like this better than Zen of Cats, so I might have to go back and adjust my rating there.


My favourite poems were:

  • Grendel’s Dog, from Beocat (by the Old English Epic’s Unknown Author’s Cat)
  • The Cat’s Tale (by Geoffrey Chaucer’s Cat)
  • Hamlet’s Cat’s Soliloquy, from Hamlet’s Cat (by William Shakespeare’s Cat)
  • The Mongrel (by William Blake’s Cat)
  • Abyssinias (by Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Cat)
  • The End of the Raven (by Edgar Allan Poe’s Cat)
  • The Rain, From A Cat’s Garden of Verses (by Robert Louis Stevenson’s Cat)
  • From Cats Are Kind (by Stephen Crane’s Cat)
  • Sitting by the Fire on a Snowy Evening (by Robert Frost’s Cat)


And a few short excerpts of the shorter ones I liked


The Rain

The rain is raining all around,

It rains on me and you;

I hope the neighbor’s dog has drowned,

Or caught a fatal flu.


Second part of From Cats Are Kind

A man said to the universe,

“Sir, I exist!”

“Excellent,” replied the universe,

“I’ve been looking for someone

To Take Care of my cats.”


Excerpt from Grendel’s Dog (I didn’t want to copy out the whole poem, but here’s a few lines)

Then boasted Beocat,   noble battle-kitten

Bane of barrow-bunnies,   bold seeker of nest booty:

“If hand of man unhasped   the heavy hall-door

And freed me to frolic forth   to fight the fang-bearing fiend,

I would lay the whelpling low   with lethal claw blows”


And as Hamlet’s cat says,

Thus caution doth make house cats of us all.