When it's out of your hands, and the cute curled face
of the cat-saint takes one in hers,
look on a bit & wait. The two or three others, breathless
and tight-lipped (those cats of hers!)
she won't embrace because they are beyond Nevelles fields,
and beyond me every bit as much--
these, --I pray !--be always yesterday's poor inexistent
twitching under her heat
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