See the kitten on the wall, Sporting with the leaves that fall, Withered leaves, one, two and three Falling from the elder tree, Through the calm and frosty air Of the morning bright and fair. See the kitten, how she starts, Crouches, stretches, paws and darts; With a tiger-leap half way Now she meets her coming prey. Let it go as fast and then Has it in her power again. Now she works with three and four, Like an Indian conjurer; Quick as he in feats of art, Gracefully she plays her part; Yet were gazing thousands there; What would little Tabby care? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE TO FEAR by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) SONNET: DEATH-WARNINGS by FRANCISCO GOMEZ DE QUEVEDO Y VILLEGAS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 11. ON LOVE - TO A FRIEND by MARK AKENSIDE SUMMER'S JOE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON THE COLLEGE, 1917 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG HOARFROST by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH |