Author Peggy Bacon A cat sat quaintly by the fire And watched the burning coalsAnd watched the little flames aspire Like small decrepit souls.Queer little fire with coals so fat And crooked flames that rise,No queerer than the little cat With fire in its eyes. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.9 (17 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments