The moon is high and the stars are bright,
A little cat curls up for the night.
He stretches his paws and lets out a sigh,
As silver clouds go drifting by.
He closes his eyes and starts to purr,
The softest rumble in his velvet fur.
He dreams of gardens and butterflies,
Underneath the midnight skies.
So close your eyes and rest your head,
Just like the kitty in his bed.
The world is quiet, the night is deep,
It is time for little cats to sleep.

— Maria Appleby (May 22, 2026)