John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб)

Cats

They fought like demons of the night
Beneath a shrunken moon,
And all the roof at dawn of light
With fiddle-strings was strewn.

1. The Woodpecker
2. The Tax-Gatherer
3. The Pleiads
4. Close Quarters
5. Deflowered

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