The Cat Could See

The cat could see but no one else, So entranced was she, no thought of mouse, She watched as they frolicked and played, Amongst the lilies on warm summer days. Bewitched by their beauty and magical ways, Ephemeral beings no lords to sway. Drinking the nectar of flowers so sweet, Hovering above on wings that vibrate. So captivated, day had turned to night, And watching by the moon's pale light, That she completely failed to see her mistress searching for she, But others heard and vanished from sight, there you are puss, fancy staying out all night. The cat had seen, but no one else, the fairy gathering behind the house.