The White Cat

Moon

~by William Jay Smith~

I have a white cat whose name is Moon;

He eats catfish from a wooden spoon,

And sleeps till five each afternoon.

Moon goes out when the moon is bright

And sycamore trees are spotted white

To sit and stare in the dead of night.

Beyond still water cries a loon,

Through mulberry leaves peers a wild baboon

And in Moon's eyes I see the moon.

The picture is of Zippy, one of our babies, contemplating something in the distance.  Please consider supporting Pawprints and Purrs, a nonprofit that helps homeless animals at http://www.sniksnak.com