The Cat and the Moon

[ferine]

The Cat and The Moon

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Meeka stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as she would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled her animal blood.
Meeka runs in the grass
Lifting her delicate feet.
Do you dance, Meeka, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Meeka creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new place.
Does Meeka know that her pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Meeka creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
Her changing eyes.
~ W.B. Yeats ~ (cat's name changed to Meeka and sex changed to female by me--forgive me, my dear deceased Mr. Yeats)