"Come I will teach you to dance
as naturally as falling asleep and waking
and stretching long, long.
I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.
Envy lashes my tail.
Love speaks me entire, a word of fur.
I will teach you to be still as an egg and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass." --Marge Piercy, from The Cat's Song--
