Monday, November 05, 2007

For Inky

My nephew G and his cat Inky, Halloween 2007

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?

- Yeats


Anonymous said...

Thank you, thank you. I'll have him read it tomorrow.
- the R

Anonymous said...

G loves the poem. So do I, thanks so much for posting it. We miss the black one so much.

Yer "sis",
The R