The cat sits at the window
watching every leaf blow by
hoping and dreaming
that one day he will fly
across the clouds and moon and sun
but only until the day is done
for mother goddess sits alone
warm and cozy in kittys home.
The sky was dark and over head
a crescent orange moon sat west of dead
and held its colour brighter then the sun
because it had no room for fun
and with the shadowed chill of night
it kept it beauty and all its light
As I lay my head at night
the sound of birds come out in flight
to keep me breathing while I rest
to keep my mind a riddled test
and even though the moon is high
the sounds of birds stay in the sky
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