She was a still shadow Her bright cloak, midnight shining Her eyes shone like coals Watching unseen souls From her they’re always hiding. A dancing shadow Flying across the floor After the spirits, chasing There’s nothing she loved more Than the spying, pacing. A dancing shadow She sprang with laughter, joy Her sharp claws to them, clinging They, her favorite toy: Across the room, flinging. She was a still shadow Hiding in darkness, thinking To them she consent And left them, content A young cat, winking.
