Virtute the Cat Explains Her Departure

It had something to do with the rain
 Leaching loamy dirt
 And the way the back lane came alive
 Half moon whispered, "Go"
 For a while I heard you
 Missing steps in the street
 And your anger pleading
 In an uncertain key
 Singing the sound that you found for me
 When the winter took the tips of my ears
 Found this noisy home
 Full of pigeons and places to hide
 And when the voices die
 I emerged to watch abandoned machines
 Waiting for their men to return
 I remember the way
 I would wait for you
 To arrive with kibble
 And a box full of beer
 How I'd scratch the empties
 Desperate to hear
 You make the sound that you found for me
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 After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby
 Let you brush my matted fur
 How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping
 Shallow breathing made me purr
 But I can't remember the sound that you found for me
 I can't remember the sound that you found for me
 I can't remember the sound