Ghostie Cats

GHOSTIE CATS

When inky black, so dark the night

Falls soft, and dusky forms take flight

The kitties that in daylight bright

Were form and fur, now such a sight!

For leaving catnip beds behind,

And leaving sunshine beams and twine,

The kitties with a new design

In air they curl and roll and wind.

Through windows, walls, and open doors

The ghostie cats so nimbly pour

Up into skies where hours before

Were only wingéd things that soared.

Now see them chase the flutt’ry things!

And watch them dip and dive and swing

As if for years they’d yearned for wings.

Those ghostie cats, they yowl and sing.

But not for long do kitties play,

For calling them away, away,

The heralds of the grand soiree

Warn kitties to no more delay.

So dashing up into the stars

The ghostie cats now swiftly are

Ascending farther, farther, far,

Where daylight’s bottled up in jars.

And here the kitties come at last

To walls and halls of colored glass

Where all the ghostie cats amass

To dance and romp in nighttime grass.

The ghost cat band plays spritely tunes

While kitties shake in waves of moon.

Bright jewel fish dart in sky lagoons,

And up above rise mouse balloons.

On tippie toes and agile tails

The kitties prance on backs of whales,

With tiny claws, tap shells of snails

As through the fog their boats set sail.

The bakeries where treats are wrought

Are filled with ghostie cats and ought

To be, for kitties here—the lot—

Make ghost cat muffins, fluffed and hot.

Beyond the walls, both wild and tame,

Ghost cats indulge in ghost cat games,

Like catch the moth and chase the flame,

Circle round, fall down, and name

This cat or that, whose title be

Some thing that no, not ever we

Would give to him or her; you see,

Ghost cats don names in secrecy.

And we who in our sleepy beds

Could never guess that ‘bove our heads

The cats we thought we knew instead

Through skies of starlight skip and tread.

But all the night times end with dawn

So back to earth are ghost cats drawn.

Through bluing skies, soft kitties yawn,

And feline feet pad light on lawns

Where slumb’ring violets glint with dew,

And night owls question “Whoo? Whoo?”

Through windows float their whispered mews;

Their shadows, silky cats pursue.

The next night brings another fest,

So back to beds dear cats must rest

At babies’ feet, on children’s chests,

All snuggled where the warmth is best.

When daylight breaks and sun rays beam,

No one’s the wiser, so it seems,

But lost in sparkled, starry dreams

The ghostie cats plan next eve’s schemes.

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