Wild-cat, gnat and I

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1892 to 1950

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Wild-cat, gnat and I
Go our ways under a grey sky.
Little that Himself has made
Ever finds me quite afraid . . .
Though if cat clawed me,
Gnat gnawed me,
I should shriek, or roll in grass,
Asking that this trouble pass.

Things that hunt in hunger
I stroke, across my fear:
Only anger
Brings the crashing tear.