...с завуалированными нотками, как наркоторговцы Колумбии
My kitten walks on velvet feet

And makes no sound at all,

And in the doorway nightly sits

To watch the darkness fall.

I think he loves the lady, Night

And feels akin to her

Whose footsteps are as still as his,

Whose touch as soft as fur.



by Lois Weakley McKay

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