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