Cat went here. The moon was there.
Cat crept toward the Dandelion moon.
Cat’s paw was an asteroid, flying fast.
Her eyes were flaming stars, seeing past
now into then, forward and back again.
Dandelion moon spun like a top.
Possums hid and time stopped.
Light dimmed, but Cat did not.
The moon hid. Cat sang her lonely
song in the dark, all night long.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: This poem tells a story inspired by Yeats:
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.
— William Butler Yeats, an excerpt from the Cat and the Moon, found in Poetry for Young Readers: William Butler Yeats, Sterling Publishing, 2002.