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Wild-cat, gnat and I
Go our ways under a grey sky.
Little that Himself has made
Ever finds me quite afraid . . .
Though if cat clawed me, / Gnat gnawed me, / I should shriek, or roll in grass, / Asking that this trouble pass.
Things that hunt in hunger I stroke, across my fear:
Only anger
Brings the crashing tear.