The cat mews at the moon
It got the hint that soon
The moon would slide down west
Hide beneath horizon to rest.
The moon it can afford a rest
After romancing earth in jest
For the cat no rest is in sight
It has to hunt through the night.
But the cat has lunar allergy
Moonshine gives it lethargy
With eyes drooping and dreamy
It mews Beethoven symphony.
The mice they aren’t easy cheese
Don’t fall prey with any ease
They run and find the hole quick
Alerted by the mewing music!
The moon thus plays on cat a trick
Diverts the predator to music
To give its preys some respite
As the cat mews Beethoven in moonlight.
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