Great is the Golden Cat who treads
The Blue Roof Garden o’er our heads,
The never tired smiling One
That Human People call the Sun.
He stretches forth his paw at dawn
And though the blinds are closely drawn
His claws peep through like Rays of Light,
To catch the fluttering Bird of Night.
Through comparing the sun with the graciousness of a cat, the author expresses a admiring, praising tone. It might give us a peaceful and joyful sensation imagining the scene of a playing cat.