This is a short poem taken from a much larger poem written by its author when he was in an institution. It is a religious song of praise for the cat. The cat a product of the divine that serves it.
Christopher "Kit" Smart wrote this poem while locked in an asylum, with a cat as his unique companion. The pain of solitary confinement and the comfort of housecats are, here, inextricable:
"For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements. For, though he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer. For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped. For he can tread to all the measures upon the music. For he can swim for life. For he can creep."
For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements. For, though he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer. For his motions upon the face of the earth are more than any other quadruped. For he can tread to all the measures upon the music. For he can swim for life. For he can creep.
Found this by reading Siobhan Carroll‘s Tor short story ‘For He Can Creep’ which is the last line of Smart’s poem ‘For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry’. The story was enjoyable and made me seek out Smart's poem, also a satisfying read.