1.
In moon’s silver glow,
white chest bobbing in the dark,
Whiskers catch whispers.
2.
Mister Pops prowls near,
white chest bobbing in the dark,
Night’s king takes his throne.
3.
Softly tread; soft paws,
white chest bobbing in the dark,
Guardian of dreams.
I took the above photo on the night of 14 December, and if you look a little closer… you’ll see Jupiter at the bottom left. The full(moon) story is here.
Updated 22 December 2024: I edited ‘bouncing’ to ‘bobbing’—the word finally came to me after a day of stewing over the one that had eluded me.
