The Sacred Meow Society Poetry Contest

In the dead half of night, when the dark is too still, The Sacred Meow Society convenes to court thrill, A council of cats, with eyes all ablaze, With ancient importance through worlds they liaise. They gather in secret, beneath high moon's light, Muted meowing their own regal rite, Discussing the mysteries of yarn and of death, And the ways of the world, and new cures for fish breath. With flicks of their whiskers and fur shining bright, They purr of appeasements and secrets at night, And though their language we cannot speak, Their power and presence we constantly seek. For this feline committee is more than just cats, It's a connection to something, that goes beyond that, A reminder of mystery, it's woven in life, That enigmas and horrors exist next to strife. Keep your ears open along with your eyes, For ominous mews from which fright fills the sky, And know that the cats, who gather in peace, Are a reminder of darkness, that never does cease.