My cat leaves home <br />Most nights to roam, <br />Compelled by the moon and stars. <br />For go he must, <br />And I daren't trust <br />He'll come back home without scars. <br /> <br />He sleeps all day, <br />Too tired to play- <br />And dreams of the moon and stars; <br />Then, up to howl <br />And off to prowl, <br />With some pause to lick his scars. <br /> <br />The kitten's ways <br />I miss most days- <br />Never mind the moon and stars <br />That beckon: 'Come! <br />And have some fun.' <br />With the ever risk of scars. <br /> <br />But that was then, <br />Before his zen <br />Discovered the moon and stars- <br />The life at night, <br />The hunt, the fight <br />A life written in the scars.<br /><br />Hm. Nes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cats-and-scars-the-moon-and-stars/
