Thru dark of night
cats silent my balcony sway;
they smile at the moon
yet siren`s songs
for me do play.
Clawed feet gently
padded flow
create their stance;
Eyes keen alert
head neck ears
this nightly prance.
Was chance perhaps
form caught my eye;
they felt my glance
yet did not fly.
This ritual dance
did for me unfold;
timeless sacred ballet
premiered tonight
yet composed of old.
My heart of trivial nothings
was burdened dark;
but by intermission
my soul was born
new again the lark.
I hope tonight
to view the ballet;
with a glass
of cheap red wine
this will
Make my day.
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