The Fairy Tail Cat

The ancients sang

of fairy tales,

dancing folk and wild spells

and mythic dreams

not meant to tell

 

on moonlit nights

in circle rounds

the fairy king

I think I’ve found–

 

little feet upon the ground

paw pads four, fire crown

“tiger, tiger burning bright”

the fairy king is out tonight

 

with fireflies and fairy flight

he dances softly in disguise:

he disappears to mortal eyes

dancing beneath the summer sky

 

but a cat among the clover lies

a secret king with head held high

a fairy king who never dies

I see him dancing in the night