CAT-ASTROPHE
She stepped into the blue ocean of morning, and looked up towards the sky
& as her gaze moved up and up, something odd atop a willow caught her eye
There, in the tall thin branches, swaying in the wind,
A still & silent tabby was curled amongst its limbs
She shouted to it, clapped her hands, her dogs enhanced the sound
But the cat just lay there, never moving