Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes
Less than themselves; will not be pinned
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Ha! I love the lines WILL NOT LEARN TO ANSWER TO THEIR NAMES and ARE SELDOM TRULY OWNED TILL SHOT OR SKINNED So true! As I said in my own cats poem, we don't own them; they own us.
It feels as a beautiful poem with nice words and rhythm.
It was an absolute joy to re-discover this poem after many years.
Good poems ggggggggggggggg