Down from the dresser floats a paper ball,
Precisely timed to dropp as I pass by.
She waits above, a feline Jove, to ply
Her further thunder-bolts should I not fall
For this first stratagem. Such subtle call
To play is irresistible and I
Retrieve the ball. Then, aiming, toss it high
And take delight in how she uses all
Her mobile body to arrest its flight.
Excited eyes peer down at mine and span
Two common points, for, in their blazing light,
We meet as one. I blink, and what began
As truth is lost. Two paper balls alight...
And we resume the game of cat and man.
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