Puss.

                                                         Puss loves man’s winter fire
                                                         Now that the sun so soon
                                                         Leaves the hours cold it warmed
                                                         In burning June.
                                                         She purrs full length before
                                                         The heaped-up hissing blaze,
                                                         Drowsy in slumber down
                                                         Her head she lays.
                                                         While he with whom she dwells
                                                         Sits snug in his inglenook,
                                                         Stretches his legs to the flame
                                                         And reads his book.
                                                                             -Walter de la mere.