In The Shadow Of Her Hat

I wandered as a lonely soul, drawn to the shadow of her hat, 

Security being necessary for  

The independence of a cat 

In the shadow of her hat I reach out for the hot, white sun,  

Only to blindly seek the shelter  

Of darkest shadow once again. 

From the shadow of her hat I spread my toes toward the sun, 

Casting shadows of my own 

On smaller things that start to run. 

Running ever from the shadows into sun too hot to bear, 

Independence hardest won  

Is easiest lost to those who dare. 

Creeping ever back for shelter, torn by thoughts too strange to pen, 

To gain one is to lose the other 

To darkest shadow once again! 

by Ishfold