At midnight, snappy,
A shadow, sable,
Appeared at the window;

Tapping, twisting,
Tapping, gazing,

Like a cobra it coiled
And vapoured

Like the steam
Over a cup of coffee.

Oh, it was my Fear,
In its body,
Of beating a cat.

It had sat in my mind
After I got to know

Prophet said:

"Don't hit the cat."

It was my Fear,
In its body,
Of beating a cat.