The moon walks me home.
I want to carry her into tomorrow.
All the way in this silent calm…
Miaow, miaow, miaow…
Please do not disturb.
Are you human,
or something more reliable, perhaps?
There’s nothing better to take pride in than being human.
You’re a cat.
And a mouser may look at a Mao.
I want to carry her into tomorrow!
However, whatever –
A little thought is better than no thought at all.
Life really is this wonderful.
The moon floats alone above the waste.
Exactly when she wandered off,
I haven’t the slightest.