Cat

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.