Curved Leaf
Cursed by the autumn
With a lost decorum
Lies the shrunk oaken leaf
As though full of grief
Curled and furled
Within winds of time whirled
As though swirled and twirled
Isn’t this a ruthless world?
Yet she comforts the little cat
That naps as though within a mat.
With autumnal lethargy
Hugging her heartily
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