Today’s column celebrates cats and dogs in poetry and will do its best to maintain neutrality. In my lifetime I have enjoyed the company of some wonderful dogs and some marvelous cats, often simultaneously. Poets, who tend to be emotional in their beliefs, are not always so even-handed, which I don’t mind if their partiality produces interesting poetry.
A flip of the coin brings us first to Lord Byron (1788-1824) who loved animals and birds of all shapes and sizes. At various times his household included geese, monkeys, a fox, a badger, an eagle, a crow, a heron, numerous peacocks,