I don't know if this is the right place to put this-This poem represents a person, But could just as well be a stay cat, to me-
Acquainted With the Night
I have been acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in the rain-and back in rain.
I have out walked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have past by the watch men on his beat.
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet.
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street.
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.