2004 - 2007
My furry child
My faithful friend
My mischevious beloved cat.
You are so missed.
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 Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
for wander and wail as he would,
the pure cold light in the sky
troubled his animal blood
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
lifting his delicate feet
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, 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
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
from moonlit place to place
The sacred moon overhead
has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
will pass from change to change
And from round to cresent
from cresent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise.
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
-W.B.Yeats
