I THOUGHT  IT MEET,

BEING BLESSED WITH PRIVILEGE,

THAT I SHOULD  SING,

BUT I SLOG HEAD DOWN.

COVETOUS,  I STOP AND GAZE UPON

A BLACK CAT’S SLEEK PELT

RIPPLING IN THE SUN

AS SHE CUTS ‘CROSS MY PATH –

FERVENTLY I WISH MY LIMBS

COULD SO SHIMMER AS I STALK —

AH BUT NO SUCH HEEDLESS GRACE FOR MAN,

RATHER SUCH AS A DANCER CAN

WITH HEART AND SWEAT

PUT ON ~~~