Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Pushkin-Cat
Long, lean, and lanky, he
slithers like a snake
With blue-grey fur; he makes
the mousies quake
But I haven’t seen him in several
days
He roams the woods and fields,
he hunts, he strays
He’s proud and brave, my handsome
Russian Blue -
Did he cross claws with a
treacherous Chartreux?
Did they exchange hisses at
just ten paces
Does his little corpse lie in
wild snowy spaces?
I hope his life hasn’t ended
like that
For I very much miss my dear
little cat
