Again and again through the day I meet a cat. In the tree`s shade, in the sun, in the crowding brown leaves. After the success of a few fish bones Or inside a skeleton of white earth I find it, as absorbed in the purring Of its heart as a bee. Still it sharpens its claws on the gulmohar tree And follows the sun all day long. Mow I see it and then it is gone, Losing itself somewhere. On the autumn evening I have watched it play, Stroking the soft body of the saffron sun With a white paw. Then it caught The darkness in paws like small balls And scattered it all over the earth.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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