In the meadow under starlit skies,
Where whispers of the moon softly rise,
There stand the wise cats with amber sighs,
Giving secrets to the winds as white paper flies.
Drifting tides will tell their loom,
Of yarns that tumble, sparkle, and boom,
And tales of shadows that dance and zoom,
In the land where cat eyes pierce the gloom.
Close your eyes and see, see, see -
The world beyond the willow trees.
A child of the tides, a friend of the breeze,
Together we find our simple mysteries.