I climb a tree to bring them down -- The yellow eyes of my black kitten; The laurel hedge that's left behind -- Whose shoulders measure three feet wide -- Is swaying lightly in the wind. But when I looked from my high place, With my black kitten safely tucked From danger, under my left arm -- I saw that laurel's thick, broad back Was wriggling like the thinnest worm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BUILDING OF SPRINGFIELD by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DEDICATORY SONNET by EDMUND SPENSER PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER by WALLACE STEVENS CIRCUMSTANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 25. AL-MUHIZZ by EDWIN ARNOLD THE VOYAGE; TO MAXIME DU CAMP by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |