Black Cat on the Wall

There was a sketch that I kept
In a room for years—a moon

Shone on a black cat that crept
On the top of a grey wall

Through the black shades of tree leaves—
A calm cat and not a sound

In my mind when I watched it,
As I did in the small hours

Just last night, but now, my own
Black cat on its own grey wall,

In its own shade, its own light,
In the same real moon, same night.