The silver moon sits in the pale night sky,
big stars shining all around it.
That famous white cat with silver paws
walks up in the sky,
licking her nose with her cool pink tongue.
The notorious black rat with little marble eyes
dances nervously in the world.
“The sun shall never rise,” says the rat.
The cat says nothing, but observes it all.
The mottled cow is as happy as a child.
Her eyes are filled with visions of the day.
She walks up into the sky, tinkling her golden bells.
“Day shall come,” says the cow.
The rat says “No.”
The white cat silently stalks the moon.
Her silver paws shine.
She leaps without a sound upon its pale face,
and having conquered it
is content, alone, aloof.
The rat is cantankerous.
“You, being black and white,
are mostly black, Cow,” it says.
You must see the permanence of night!”
The mottled cow turns and moseys down
to the earth.
She eats her grass as the sky turns gray
until the farmer comes to take her milk away.
“I have also loved the night and the moon,” says the cow,
“They have birthed my dreams of day.”
The rat covers its hairy ears, curses and buries itself
deep into the dark of earth.
Suddenly a golden beam streams over the shoulder of a hill
and warm beauty arises, spilling light everywhere.
The moon and the cat disappear in the blaze of day,
–and the cat doesn’t care.
The rat squeezes its way deeper down
into the dense, wet dark.
“I knew there was no light,” it mutters bitterly to itself
as it contemptuously sniffs the underside of roots.
Meanwhile, the cow moos out her happiness
and trots simply around the glowing green fields,
looking at everything like a curious child.
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