See the kitten on the wall,
Sporting with the leaves that fall,
Falling from the elder tree,
Through the calm and frosty air
Of the morning bright and fairy
See the kitten, how she starts,
a bullfight or a cockfight?
play?
Withered leaves, one, two and three
t
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 conjuror;
Quick as he in feats of art;
Gracefully she plays her part;
Yet were gazing thousands there,
What would little Tabby care?
William Wordsworth
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