The Cat and the Moon <br /><br />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.