Pink Moon, Black Cat, White Lies

My black cat accompanies me Home from the mailbox As if to make sure that The peach-colored pink moon Won’t choose tonight To take me It peeks, head tilted From behind the old church Justly fearful of my familiar Who sashays among the shadows I want to say to him You may be made of darkness, My pet, but you do not belong To the night, as I do There is a brief interlude In which God creates The lights of the heavens again Lest I forget And I am back on my porch The moon is higher now Its blush gone No longer shy, it lies cradled In bare branches Cat inside, I linger alone And wonder If I could ever belong to the light.