Miciunka

One night, returning home, much intoxicated
From one of my haunts about town
I fancied that the cat avoided my presence

The cat avoided my presence

One night, returning home, much intoxicated
From one of my haunts about town
I fancied that the cat avoided my presence
I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence
He inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth
The fury of a demon instantly possessed me
I knew myself no longer
My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body
And a more than fiendish malevolence
Gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame
I took from my waistcoat-pocket a pen-knife
Opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat
And deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket!
I'm blushed, I burn, I shudder
All I say the damnable atrocity

The cat avoided my presence