The Open Door

Out of the dark
To the sill of the door
Lay the snow in a long
Unruffled floor,
And the candlelight fell
Narrow and thin,
A carpet unrolled
For the cat to walk in,
Slowly, smoothly,
Black as the night,
With paws unseen,
White upon white,
Like a queen who walks
Down a corridor,
The black cat paced
The cold smooth floor,
And left behind her
Bead upon bead
The track of small feet
Like dark fernseed.
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