Cats Night

The roof is at an angle
The moon is on its edge
A lithe silhouette appears
A tail, a body, a head

Two stars to the left
Two stars to the right
Just in perfect balance
It's the most beautiful sight

It's a cats night blooming
With the moon full and bright
From rooftop to fence line
All edges are gleaming white

Could something so beautiful
Be built in just silly haste
Or was this cat made for a night
Where moonlight causes haze

It's a cats night blooming
Like in an old folk lore
The sounds are pitched most high
Like nothing you've heard before

Copyright 1995 Robert Luttrell