71. Guardian of the Night

A black cat with red eyes stares down at me
from high apon the roof of the garage
With eyes which fix me right to the spot
eliciting fear from deep down inside

I say a small karakia and see it come forward
sauntering up to me smiling and purring
I reach out and touch it and stroke its black back
but its fur is like wire - as hard as a star

Oh little old pussy who comes from afar
from beyond our own Moon, and perhaps beyond Mars
If an animal like you has been sent to my aid
then my journey must take me, along a knife's blade....