A Womanly Woman

You sit, a snug, warm kitten

Blinking through the window

At a storm-haunted world —

Sleet wind caterwauls

Through icy trees,

Which clack their hands at you

Tauntingly.

Why should you leave

Radiator and rubber-plant?

Do people stand at attention to mourn a hero

When they behold

A frozen kitten

In a gutter?