The silver world of night

Around the moon the sky is coloured like a blackbird's egg, pale silver blue. Across the sky the moon reflects off cloud that is silver tabby striped. Between St Davids and home thin fog hangs, light in the air and scenting the night. The only dark is when the aerymice black out the stars with their fast flight. It is a night for the moonshadow cats to prowl, stepping out paw for paw with us into a silver world, to hunt.