The Cat and the Moon
The cat went here and thereAnd the moon spun round like a top,And the nearest kin of the moonThe creeping cat looked up.Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,For wander and wail as he wouldThe pure cold light in the skyTroubled his animal blood.Minnaloushe runs in the grass,Lifting his delicate feet.Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?When two close kindred meetWhat better than call a dance,Maybe the moon may learn,Tired of that courtly fashion,A new dance turn.Minnaloushe creeps through the grassFrom moonlit place to place,The sacred moon overheadHas taken a new phase.Does Minnaloushe know that his pupilsWill pass from change to change,And that from round to crescent,From crescent to round they range?Minnaloushe creeps through the grassAlone, important and wise,And lifts to the changing moonHis changing eyes.
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