  One grey as dawn, one white as milk! With dainty paws, and eyes of flame, And thick coats soft as richest silk! They fly like wind, these pussies gay; Wheel madly round in dizzy game, Then sudden stop in whirling play. Up! Off! They follow breathlessly, With fawn-like grace, the glowing leaves That dance in farewell whirls of glee. The wind dies low; in dark'ning west The day's orb sets 'neath purpling clouds. At last the two cats pause, and rest. |
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