Kittens pursue their pattern as before (Nov. 16, 2017 late afternoon)

Garlic and sapphires in the mud 
Clot the bedded axle-tree. 
The trilling wire in the blood 
Sings below inveterate scars 
Appeasing long forgotten wars. 
The dance along the artery 
The circulation of the lymph 
Are figured in the drift of stars 
Ascend to summer in the tree 
We move above the moving tree 
In light upon the figured leaf 
And hear upon the sodden floor 
Below, the boarhound and the boar 
Pursue their pattern as before 
But reconciled among the stars. 

(T.S.Eliot’s “Four Quartets”)