Shy One

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!

by Ishfold