Cat of night

Out of the dark

When dark descends, he rules the shadowed realm
of things that skit and scamper bush to bush.
His hunter’s eyes perceive what we cannot:
those beasts that habitate the shade.
The moth that flit from bloom to bloom —
the possum, pale from waiting out the day,
and backyard rats —
The rats!
That race to harvest seed and husks
the birds have left behind.
He will not shirk from chasing rats up to the roof
to give them pause — with luck to capture one,
for other rats to see that he is king
and should be feared.
Perhaps a penance should be made?
Some furry gift to mollify the fearsome
cat of night.


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