Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

A Kitten

He's nothing much but fur
And two round eyes of blue,
He has a giant purr
And a midget mew.
He darts and pats the air,
He starts and cocks his ear,
When there is nothing there
For him to see and hear.
He runs around in rings,
But why we cannot tell;
With sideways leaps he springs
At things invisible -
Then half-way through a leap
His startled eyeballs close,
And he drops off to sleep With one paw on his nose. 

1. Sonnets. 9. Love Needs not Two the Render It Complete
2. Solitary
3. Sonnets. 11. A few of us who faltered as we fared
4. Sonnets. 4. Wilt thou put seals on love because men say
5. Sonnets. 16. O lovely life, how you have worn me out

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