BLACK CAT POEMS
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In the still jungle of the senses lay
soundly sleeping, till one day
A bold young hunter chanced to come that way.
"How calm," he said, "that splendid creature lies,
I long to rouse him into swift surprise!"
The well aimed arrow-shot from amorous eyes,
And lo! the tiger rouses up and turns,
A coal of fire his glowing eyeball burns,
His mighty frame with savage
He crouches for a spring; his eyes dilate--
Alas! bold hunter, what shall be thy
Thou canst not fly, it is too late, too late.
Once having tasted human flesh, ah! then,
Woe, woe unto the whole rash world of men,
The wakened tiger will not sleep again.
poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox