22 NOVEMBER 1930, Page 36

Cat Chasing Leaves

THE orange cat spins in the wind,

Paws pouncing, where the leaves in a whirlpool Pirouette on frosted grass.

And all around, stealthily, Over the luminous laurels of the avenue Descends winter twilight : Till time, in the clock of mind Spins pivotless as a wandering crisp leaf That rustles here and there, and to and fro In the universe of a cat careless of the creeping dark.