From Cat to Fiddle
do you remember that magical night— the laughing, leaping cow kicking her heels high over the moon— dog couldn't stop laughing, while you and I played a merry tune, a down-east jig, the dish and the spoon spinning and whirling across the green, dancing till dawn but dish and spoon, they up and left us, no forwarding address, left us there in the stark light of morning-after, cow nursing a sore leg from a rough landing, dog holding her aching sides— if only we had known, then, that the good times may not last and the gang won't all be here forever and a day, like we imagined once upon a golden moon once upon a time

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