Puss Poem by Walter de la Mare

Puss

Rating: 5.0


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.

Thursday, January 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: cat
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 18 August 2019

While he with whom she dwells Sits snug in his inglenook, Stretches his legs to the flame And reads his book. very interesting. tony

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Ruta Mohapatra 10 July 2018

A peaceful domestic picture! Nice imagery!

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