A cat sits blackly at the stair base,
far above the nightly sky, only the roof
in between them.
Clouds pounce darkly on the moon face,
meowing their laments
from the depths of the stair base.
The purring chorus encompassed by the beams
falling languidly on the rooftop
of the feline abode.
But at the witching hour everything ceases,
the moon hides its face and a house dweller
puts to sleep its felid dreams.
-written with the help of David Sunderland
