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The big brave Angel cat, folding a rainbow wing,
Stretched out his gentle paw
I’ll find, purred he,
A kitten– you were kind–
You must not grieve for me.
This one might do, this timid little stray
Terrestrial night to my celestial day;
It cannot take my place,
No other could do that,
But though you cannot bring me back, you might retrace
Remembrance in a kitten’s pansy-face.
By Jacintha Buddicom, b. 1901, English Writer