Story 26 of 48, about 3 minutes to read

The Cat That Meowed at the Moon

A refuge in the breath of the night

Above the silent rooftops the night is the color of slate. A cat lifts its face to the moon and sings, and the song tells of distant nights and dreams kept in the shadows.

It was not a call or a question, but a light melody, almost a prayer.

The whole story is in the book, with its full-page illustration.