And one cat under A witch elm Tree. Anywhere Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair. Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge. Open draw, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do. Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Cats sleep anywhere.
See the kitten on the wall, sporting with the leaves that fall. Though the calm and frosty air, of this morning bright and fair. From the motions that are made, every little leaf conveyed Sylph or Faery hither tending, to this lower world descending. Each invisible and mute, in his wavering parachute. First at one, and then its fellow, just as light and just as yellow.