THE cat went here and there <br />And the moon spun round like a top, <br />And the nearest kin of the moon, <br />The creeping cat, looked up. <br />Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, <br />For, wander and wail as he would, <br />The pure cold light in the sky <br />Troubled his animal blood. <br />Minnaloushe runs in the grass <br />Lifting his delicate feet. <br />Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance? <br />When two close kindred meet. <br />What better than call a dance? <br />Maybe the moon may learn, <br />Tired of that courtly fashion, <br />A new dance turn. <br />Minnaloushe creeps through the grass <br />From moonlit place to place, <br />The sacred moon overhead <br />Has taken a new phase. <br />Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils <br />Will pass from change to change, <br />And that from round to crescent, <br />From crescent to round they range? <br />Minnaloushe creeps through the grass <br />Alone, important and wise, <br />And lifts to the changing moon <br />His changing eyes.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cat-and-the-moon/
