Poems of Edward Thomas
|42.||It Was Upon||4/7/2010|
|45.||Like the Touch of Rain||1/3/2003|
|48.||Man and Dog||4/7/2010|
|49.||No One So Much As You||3/16/2003|
|52.||Over The Hills||4/7/2010|
|59.||The Ash Grove||4/7/2010|
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.