Again and again through the day I meet a cat.
In the tree's shade, in the sun, in the crowding brown leaves.
After the success of a few fish
Or inside a skeleton of white earthI find it, as absorbed in the
Of its heart as a bee.
Still it sharpens its claws on the gulmohar
And follows the sun all day long.
Mow I see it and then it is gone,
Losing itself somewhere.
On the autumn evening I have watched it play,
Stroking the soft body of the saffron
With a white paw.
Then it
The darkness in paws like small
And scattered it all over the earth.
