He wanders across the rooftops of the buildings, between chimneys and antennas and dormer windows, under the pale blue moonlight.
He likes sitting and staring at the moon and he thinks about what is it made of.
-Is it cheese that someone eats?
or is a stone that rolls and rolls?Sometimes - he thinks- it smells like cream
sometimes the moon is red like a rose. Does it smile? Does it cry?
I wonder why is it so high.I wonder what's that light in the sky.
Then Mooris climbs into a tower of a church,
He imagines he is an astronaut,
Flying higher and higher in the sky
And landind on the moon to see how is it like.
When Mooris the Cat, the first catstronaut, reaches the moon,
He goes out of his spaceship made of stone
And realises that this foreing land
is made of nothing but wool! Text by Daniel Carvajal.
