The Cat's Paw Remastered

Pink! Pink and baby blue splotches
Specked with white spots of stars. Why
Does that surprise me? Why not

Pink and blue with white polka dots?
Whatever disposed the night sky
Doesn't bow to the aesthetic crotchets

Of a primate raised on greens,
Loving fine, wide sheets of blue,
Billowing, pillowy whites and pale greys,

The long vistas of those savannah days
When lions slept. Preferences accrue
Over generations, which means

The patches of stars, finely
Or tastelessly arranged,
Occasionally helpful, but always

Inedible, tangential, fall away
Continuously, beyond the range

Of our beautiful hunger for beauty, divinely.