Ballad of the cat and the moon- by Juan M.S.

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


I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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