I climb a tree to bring them down -- The yellow eyes of my black kitten; The laurel hedge that's left behind -- Whose shoulders measure three feet wide -- Is swaying lightly in the wind. But when I looked from my high place, With my black kitten safely tucked From danger, under my left arm -- I saw that laurel's thick, broad back Was wriggling like the thinnest worm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HILL-SIDE TREE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY THE MAIMED DEBAUCHEE by JOHN WILMOT ON THE DISCOVERIES OF CAPTAIN LEWIS [JANUARY 14, 1807] by JOEL BARLOW A SKIER by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT |