What intenseness of desire, in her upward eye of fire!

But the Kitten, how she starts,
Crouches, stretches, paws and darts!

First at one, then its fellow,
Just as light and just as yellow.

There are many now - now one,
Now they stop and there are none.

What intenseness of desire,
In her upward eye of fire!

With a tiger-leap half-way,
Now she meets the coming prey.

Lets it go fast, and then;
Has it is her power again.

Now she works with three or four,
Like an Indian conjurer;
Quick as he in feats of art,
Far beyond in joy of heart.

Land of Meow_Playing kitten

Where her antics played in the eye,
Of a thousand standers-by,
Clapping hands with shout and stare,
What would little Tabby care
For the plaudits of the crowd?

William Wordsworth
Born on this day in 1770.