A cat, a bench, the waning sun,
A woman, and a day’s work done,
Came all together on a hill,
To end the day where they’d begun.
Below them lay both pond and rill.
The breeze-blown water danced until
The evening held its breath, and then
The water, like the wind, grew still.
And as it had in morning when,
The woman and the cat had been
Ensconced upon the dreaming seat,
A muskrat waddled from his den.
He broke the glassy water sheet,
and set, with that innocuous feat,
the night in motion with his feet,
the night in motion with his feet.