All your eyes fall on will look like a cat soon

You know the one - that cat

The flutter of a leaf = twitch of whisker

Under draping ivy

Beside empty fountain

Amongst meeting of crows

There!

The throbbing fur goes

And the steel will trap it

So say the marbles in your head when they collide

Seems the cat knew you fed her the dead all along

And the most living is pawprint left when scouring for what’s alive