Midnight Aria of a Cat
- To you, Mei Breu, my faithful cat
who on the railing sleeps
loudly snoring, round and fat,
yet still your balance keeps.
You'll sleep away this rainy day
that has nothing to bring
and then at midnight, wide awake,
you will decide to sing.
And sing you will in variant tone
in notes both low and high;
soprano to alto to baritone
in opus you'll decry
my need to sleep the night away
a dreadful waste of time;
for don't I know it's best to play
twixt midnights lengthy chime?
For hid between the ringing peal
that stirs from mantle clock
are magic moments that reveal
and points of view unblock!
Awake! You'll sing in vibrant mews
Awake and come to play!
We haven't any time to lose
for soon it will be day!
Arise and stretch your furry legs!
Arise and swish your tail!
Oh, come and rise above the dregs
who'll soon enough prevail!
Come and chase the moon with me!
Come and have some fun!
We have so little time, you see,
t'will soon be Twelve-o-one!!
For in the time `tween this and that
is Bastet's wondrous spell,
within, you too may be a cat
and human form excel!
But morning comes too soon for me
to join your fanciful flight;
if I'm asleep, then let me be.
Perhaps some other night.