Last night our two year old cat, Nightstar — yes she is black all over — began to sing softly. At about 4 A.M. These words popped into my head, and luckily I was able to remember them:
Light increases slowly
Grows longer each day
My fur will be warmed
This reminds me of when Glory (our first Bengal — who died a bit over 2 years ago) used to sing on many mornings just before dawn.
I am glad we have another poetic cat. Yawn!
