The eve of the cat

Moon hangs bright above,
swollen orb watching like a giant eye,
shadows guiding the branches like skeletal fingers
grasping as we find our way
in the darkness we hear her purr.
She moves in between the dark and light
memories of childhood
gleeful fright,
soft and seductive her voice calls forth
sharp nails catch on silky drapes
shredding the strings
she happily plays.
The moods shifting in and out
bringing a smile, perhaps a pout
and costumes betray no curve or ounce
we crawled on all fours being
as stealthy as she,
as the masked crusaders tried
to capture their prey
she toyed so artfully
yet often foiled,
till next time kids
we’d sigh and dream
of heroes and villains
and knowing that it wasn’t real,
took pleasure in playing all of the parts,
when innocence was the easiest art
and we could be everyone
wearing our masks,
till night came to call
Happy Halloween to all
and live and laugh
be all of that and more,
but I will wear my tail
and whiskers too perhaps
after of course,
my cat nap.

Image of my favorite cat lady of all time….meow….purr…..