by Valerie Worth
The sun
Is a leaping fire
Too hot
To go near,
But it will still
Lie down
In warm yellow squares
On the floor
Like a flat
Quilt, where
The cat can curl
And purr.
from All the Small Poems and Fourteen More
by Valerie Worth
Farrar Straus Giroux, 1994
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