Arpith Siromoney đź’¬

The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams 1909-1939

You mince, you start
advancing indirectly—
your tail upright
knocking about among the
frail, heavily flowered
sprays.
Yes, you are lovely
with your ingratiating
manners, sleek sides and
small white paws but
I wish you had not come
here.