My cat leaves home br Most nights to roam, br Compelled by the moon and stars. br For go he must, br And I daren't trust br He'll come back home without scars. br br He sleeps all day, br Too tired to play- br And dreams of the moon and stars; br Then, up to howl br And off to prowl, br With some pause to lick his scars. br br The kitten's ways br I miss most days- br Never mind the moon and stars br That beckon: 'Come! br And have some fun.' br With the ever risk of scars. br br But that was then, br Before his zen br Discovered the moon and stars- br The life at night, br The hunt, the fight br A life written in the scars.br br Hm.