774 787 On my trouser leg This autumn evening Are still a few strands of fur Is full of an empty sky From my long dead cat. And one empty road. 776 788 autumn sky: Around the tree trunk, The bright circus tents have gone, A kitten'paw is flicking Taking their music. At an absent mouse. 782 795 From the dark still pines, A tolling church bell: Not a breath of autumn wind A rat rears in the moonlight To ripple the lake. And stares at the steeple. 783 809 I cannot find it, Why did this spring wood That very first violet Grow so silent when I came? Seen from my window. What was happening?
774 On my trouser leg Are still a few strands of fur From my long dead cat. 776 autumn sky: The bright circus tents have gone, Taking their music. 782 From the dark still pines, Not a breath of autumn wind To ripple the lake. 783 I cannot find it, That very first violet Seen from my window. 787 This autumn evening Is full of an empty sky And one empty road. 788 Around the tree trunk, A kitten'paw is flicking At an absent mouse. 795 A tolling church bell: A rat rears in the moonlight And stares at the steeple. 809 Why did this spring wood Grow so silent when I came? What was happening?
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