Copyright 1999
There are many places a kitty could go
on such a Yule night dusted with snow
No need to worry, there is nothing to fear
When you travel the longest night of the year
Lit by a waxing moon ringed with silver
messages of importance must be delivered
Through a forest of willow and scotch pine
Light the candles, give the Oak King a sign
Fleet footed and silent, charcoal smoke
golden eyes that defy any yoke
The messenger of the witch and the Gods
yeilds to none regardless of odds
Shrouded by dark, armed with Mystery
astral light which a chosen few see
Across the northern world sleepy trees proclaim
"See the Oak King resume his reign!"
Our Mother is sleeping in an earthen shroud
Our Mother is patient, loving and proud
When with acorn or seed, our respect is due
The Goddess sees each act of life we do
