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'Forms a furry sphere'

Purrless my cat can stroll away

Rejecting human cheer.

To the same corner wends its way

And forms a furry sphere.

How cordial is the mystery

Of feline solitude.

Until I beckon spaciously

And he returns for food.

— Felicia Nimue Ackerman.

This poem first appeared in the Emily Dickinson International Society Bulletin.