- Vol. 07
- Chapter 08
Three cats, three friends passing by,
attracted by a bird’s song.
Time had frozen, the cats thought,
or the man had, and his dogs.
Two caged birds interrupted
the silence of that still life.
Grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt,
a black crow croaked, unheeded.
A small, bright-liveried finch
appealed to them, and they stopped.
It sang so beautifully,
but its song did not last long.
The frozen menagerie
was silent: the cats went on.