The Fiddler's Cat

An ebon sky, darkness to light Diamond stars, mosaic night Bright lunar sphere of brilliant white Floodlights a scene of will and might. The Fiddler’s Cat, sips warm Bordeaux Fiddle to chin, strong paw to bow Rosin to bow on amber ice Wide upward swing, long downward slice. A rotund dish, the restless spoon Race through the night below the moon. Ah, Fiddler’s cat empties Bordeaux Strikes violin strings, with Dante’s bow He plays of sorrow, he plays for chance As spirits soar, he plays to dance. He plays of peace, he plays for hope To love and trust, he plays the most. Fading ebon screen, pale ginger sky An exhausted shrug, a weary sigh. A new ordinance decreed by spoon and dish Keep catnip away when serving fish.