I tiptoed to the window –
suddenly I could see
the stars come marching,
blinking at me.
When I woke next morning
they had gone away,
and the dark had unwrapped
a brand new day.
(From Somewhere in the Sky, Nelson Blackie,1996)
Katherine says: When I saw your cat, moon and window full of stars for Poetry Prompt #22, I was reminded of my poem ‘Night’ and watching the stars make their slow entrance, then exit.
Cats – ALWAYS – Sit Up Front!
My night sky cat by the window sat
Black coat reflected the moon
His tail swung side to side, as I watched him wide eyed
And stated ‘You belong on the back of a broom!’
My night sky cat then turned and spat
And stood tall upon the ledge
For the worst kind of curse, is a cat that is nervous
And my comment had put him on edge
My night sky cat resettled and sat
With a satisfied look and a twitch
How dare I assume, that by moon on a broom
He would take the BACKSEAT for a witch!
Sioban says: This prompt made me think of magic – how can a black cat and a night sky not make you think of magic?
I tried to mix up the rhythm a little bit to make the poem more interesting and get a more challenging rhyme!
Australian Children’s Poetry 