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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Milk For The Cat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the tea is brought at five o'clock,<br>And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,<br>The little black cat with bright green eyes<br>Is suddenly purring there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At first she pretends, having nothing to do,<br>She has come in merely to blink by the grate,<br>But, though tea may be late or the milk may be <br>sour,<br>She is never late.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And presently her agate eyes<br>Take a soft large milky haze,<br>And her independent casual glance<br>Becomes a stiff, hard gaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then she stamps her claws or lifts her ears,<br>Or twists her tail and begins to stir,<br>Till suddenly all her lithe body becomes<br>One breathing, trembling purr.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children eat and wriggle and laugh;<br>The two old ladies stroke their silk:<br>But the cat is grown small and thin with desire,<br>Transformed to a creeping lust for milk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The white saucer like some full moon descends<br>At last from the clouds of the table above;<br>She sighs and dreams and thrills and glows,<br>Transfigured with love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She nestles over the shining rim,<br>Buries her chin in the creamy sea;<br>Her tail hangs loose; each drowsy paw<br>Is doubled under each bending knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long, dim ecstasy holds her life;<br>Her world is an infinite shapeless white,<br>Till her tongue has curled the last holy drop,<br>Then she sinks back into the night,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Draws and dips her body to heap<br>Her sleepy nerves in the great arm-chair,<br>Lies defeated and buried deep<br>Three or four hours unconscious there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harold+Monro">Harold Monro</a><div class=q>
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And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Is suddenly purring there.

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