The Kitten and the Falling Leaves by William Wordsworth

I post this poem today in honor of my fur babies, who have been quite playful lately.

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See the kitten on the wall, sporting with the leaves that fall,

Withered leaves--one--two--and three, from the lofty elder-tree!

Through the calm and frosty air, of this morning bright and fair...

--But the kitten, how she starts; Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts!

First at one, and then its fellow, just as light and just as yellow;

There are many now--now one--now they stop and there are none;

What intenseness of desire, in her upward eye of fire!

With a tiger-leap half way, now she meets the coming prey,

Lets it go as fast, and then, has it in her power again:

Now she works with three or four, like an Indian Conjuror;

Quick as he in feats of art, far beyond in joy of heart.

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