Through long nursery nights he stood
By my bed unwearying,
Loomed gigantic, formless, queer,
Purring in my haunted ear
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i hate you -.- when i was a baby i loved cats and my name IS Kat and i am not a little kids night mare
Martin caught the obvious subtext, used to depict the horror of what we now call PTSD. One must assess the meaning, and the etymology, of the word " nursery" to catch the reference to the writer's convalescence in a military hospital, or the basic story of a wounded soldier haunted by the " Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat! " of hostile gunfire. Apropos to Kat's silly comments, the " Cat! ' of this poem is indeed the poet's worst nightmare...
Thank you for this comment! You gave me ideas for an assessment I have for school!