Nocturne: Figment of Spring

Still night with waning moon--on which someone has sipped (it is not so full).
The porch chime is quiet, the trees sleep. A cat comes and sits on the stone steps with me as if we are old friends. Crickets and cicadas make the only night noises. There is something bewitching in the stillness. The cat and I go walking together barefoot across the green lawns.