Dance of the Cats

The sun is setting,

the moon is out.

This is the beginning of night.

The crickets are chirping,

the stars are about.

This is it, the time is right.

Fellow felines, gather round

and listen to the silence of

the wonderful bliss of the night,

the darkness with which we are in love.

Dance, my friends, under the light

cast by the full moon in shadow sky.

We cats will dance and sing all night

until, at last, the music die.

Stuff yourselves with the feast

we gather from the alley cans.

We own the night,

we are the beasts who scour the street,

avoiding man.

We chase the mice

who dare to peek

out of their safe and peaceful homes.

We pray on anything that's weak.

It's easiest when we're alone.

What's this, my friends?

The light of dawn?

But there's no need for sorrow.

Although our beloved night has gone.

We'll dance again tomorrow.

Author's Note

This was written when I was 13. Please be gentle.