Shy one, hiding in a bag, come forth! Come out, sweeting!
Do not lie in there mouse-like to delay our meeting
I will not fight you, for your countenance is sweet,
Instead we'll walk together up the moon-lit street.
A rare concordance of our feline brethren
Occurs tonight when the clock says 11:11;
Then will we join and raise our voice and sing,
Facing each other in a mystic ring.
Beneath the faery-moon we'll keep our tryst, sweeting,
Do not let shyness keep you from this meeting!