Moonlight Sonata

The cat mews at the moon It got the hint that soon The moon would slide down west Hide beneath horizon to rest. The moon it can afford a rest After romancing earth in jest For the cat no rest is in sight It has to hunt through the night. But the cat has lunar allergy Moonshine gives it lethargy With eyes drooping and dreamy It mews Beethoven symphony. The mice they aren’t easy cheese Don’t fall prey with any ease They run and find the hole quick Alerted by the mewing music! The moon thus plays on cat a trick Diverts the predator to music To give its preys some respite As the cat mews Beethoven in moonlight.