leaves of grass

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

— Walt Whitman

Behold the day-break! I awaken you by sitting on your chest and purring in your face, I stir you with muscular paw-prods, I rouse you with toe-

— Henry N. Beard

I situate myself, and seat myself, And where you recline I shall recline, For every armchair belonging to you as good as belongs to me. I loaf and curl up my tail yawn and loaf at my ease after rolling in the catnip p

— Henry N. Beard

The noisy jay swoops by and reviles me, he complains of my meow and my malingering. I too am not a bit subdued, I too am uncontrollable, I sound my splenetic yowl over the roof of the h

— Henry N. Beard

You can never know where I am or what I am, But I am good company to you nonetheless, And really do regret I broke your ink

— Henry N. Beard