Cats no less liquid than their shadows <br />Offer no angles to the wind. <br />They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes <br />Less than themselves; will not be pinned <br /> <br />To rules or routes for journeys; counter <br />Attack with non-resistance; twist <br />Enticing through the curving fingers <br />And leave an angered empty fist. <br /> <br />They wait obsequious as darkness <br />Quick to retire, quick to return; <br />Admit no aim or ethics; flatter <br />With reservations; will not learn <br /> <br />To answer to their names; are seldom <br />Truly owned till shot or skinned. <br />Cats no less liquid than their shadows <br />Offer no angles to the wind. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Stephen Fryer<br /><br />Arthur Seymour John Tessimond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cats-2/
