Float Above You

Float above you My cat Though small Is a Mighty hunter. Often trophies She left On my door From her nightly stalking. A robin that Will never fly Trilling couplets In cloud stained skies. A mouse that will Never scurry In the wood-grain walls. Chanting lays About the stacking of Heroic cheese. On a dark night When i heard My cat’s claws Scratching entry upon The rude squared door. “Let me in…” The claws implored “To the stone Hewn hearth Where the wisp Of a flame does crackle. Where a bowl Of warm milk Waits for me To pay for my cat chores…” “Enough my cat” i am simple Imagine my surprise As i open my door. To find the moon Shriveled on my Porches threshold. The moon With two Auspicious bite marks on it corners. The moon Belongs to everyone Luckily i had Some bandages And dandelion oil To clean and wrap The poor moon wounds. The moon sang to me In this blessed fortnight Of times in deep history Before the bards. When she shinned Above the lands of man. Like ghostly jewel among the stars. Before the woods Had written elegies in leaf of their limbs. Before fire deluge Burned cracks in the walls Leaving kiln marks Upon the mountain castles In the kingdoms of forgotten kings And unknown peoples. i nursed the moon With tea of thousand wild flowers And the dew that dripped Upon the crimson skin Of gleaming strawberries. How the petals floated On surface of my teacup.