Moonchild

Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lovely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadow
of the willow

-King Crimson

Something woke me up in the middle of the night. Pasha, curled next to me, was sound asleep. I bumbled out of bed and drank thirstily. When I came back to bed I realized what had woken me. The full moon created a shaft a moonlight which shone on where Pasha and I were lying. He remained asleep, little paws trembling in moondog dreams.

I curled up in a little ball within the moonlight. My whole body was illuminated. I moon-bathed and felt safe for the first time.