“I heard her for assistance call;
“I heard her shrill and dying squall!
“I heard her, in reproachful tone,
“Pour, to the stars, her feeble groan!
“Alone, I heard her piercing cries—
“With not a Friend, to close her Eyes!”
“Poor Puss! I vow it grieves me sore,
“Never to see thy beauties more!
“Never again to hear thee purr,
“To stroke thy back, of Zebra fur;