The Mousecatchers’ Ball
Cats are loners, except for their staff,
But they stay away from other kitties –
Except at night, when the Moon is half,
And they gather into cat committees –
Sometimes to fight, or sometimes to sing,
And sometimes to love when the night is fair –
Settling business, ignoring the king,
With tails and noses up in the air.
Perhaps such a feline encounter hardens,
Makes up for their lives as soft as their fur.
Then once they’re done, it’s back to their gardens,
With time to sleep and time to purr.
Rhyming Couplets 