Cat, if you go outdoors you must walk in the snow
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet.
Little white slippers of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
See how the flames are leaping and hissing now
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a Marguerite,
So white and smooth, so spherical and sweet.
Stay with me cat, Outdoors, the wind blows...
Outdoors the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night.
Strange voices cry in the trees, intoning stra ge love;
And more than cats move, lit by our green eyes light,
On silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar-
Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might
And things that are yet to be done. Open the door!
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