how could this small body hold So immense a thing as Death?

Put the rubber mouse away, 

Pick the spools up from the floor, 

What was velvet-shod, and gay, 

Will not want them any more.
 

What was warm, is strangely cold.
Whence dissolved the little breath?
How could this small body hold
So immense a thing as Death?

 

[Sara Henderson Hay {1906-1987} 'For a Dead Kitten', from First Loves: Poets introduce the essential poems that capitivated and inspired them]