The Cats' Month
Your frosty hands
your withered face
the merciless February
of it all -
It is for cats!
Their musk
clings in the entries
to good ladies' houses.
I catch it sometimes
even in the open street
where deep snow lies.
your withered face
the merciless February
of it all -
It is for cats!
Their musk
clings in the entries
to good ladies' houses.
I catch it sometimes
even in the open street
where deep snow lies.
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