With your cats you waited until dark
for a moon which hunts like a falcon
and outraces any desert shadow
unwilling to yield to its luminous eye.
Only you could make all cats dance
in a circle around your veiled figure.

No doubt they recognized you too,
since you share their feline nature
and their cool hypnotic love
and are normally just as aloof, until
a cow’s creamy milk makes you purr
like a sistrum in Hathor’s hands.