A white cat quiet as God
follows the sun
around the room.
China eyes and a tongue
like hickory bark.
Moonbeam, shaft of light,
why have you chosen us?
I put you on my chest
and ascend to heaven.
A white cat quiet as God
follows the sun
around the room.
China eyes and a tongue
like hickory bark.
Moonbeam, shaft of light,
why have you chosen us?
I put you on my chest
and ascend to heaven.
What’s not to like?