The Spinster's Cat Poem by Francis Duggan

The spinster she was worried
Her cat had gone astray
As through the fields she hurried
In the pleasant month of May.

The name she called the cat was Jack
His eyes were large and brown
He wore a coat of sheeny black
As soft as eiderdown.

She called aloud the name of Jack
And waited for an answer
But the only thing that answered back
Was her neighbour's dog romancer.

She finally found the cat dead on the roadside
Two miles west of the town
Her grief the lady could not hide,
Her face sad tears flowed down.

She looked almost in disbelief
At her cat with mangled head
Till her shock gave way to a revengeful type grief
And here is what she said

Oh blast the driver of that car
May he die a painful death,
He's inflicted in my heart a sorrow scar
By killing my feline pet.

The spinster took away her cat
To bury him near her house
He never more would kill a rat
Nor eat another mouse.