The leaves curl with the dusk of the day,
Like cats they coil and shrink;
They bend their green (or such) crowns as if to pray
And raise it not till the sky grows pink
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Superb title and the content of your poem does not disappoint. I am glad to be acquainted with your work. Warm regards, Sandra