Cat of the Midnight Hour

Sweet familiar of the night, Enveloped in soft moonlight, Rests comfortably atop her witch’s stair.

Then, with fur as black as chimney soot, She makes her evening trek on foot, Breathing deep the frosty, windless air.

Padded paws on crunching brush Interrupt the midnight hush As she saunters down a narrow, leaf strewn way;

Soon to cross paths with her friend, A tabby at the passage bend, Who follows her into the light of day.

Side by side, the comrades prowl, Piercing stillness with each yowl, Tiny critters scurry at the sound.

As the sun begins to rise, Firelight reflects in their eyes Night play ends and both are homeward bound.