I am the cat that walks alone, I have no past and no recall, The daytime passes into dusk, The golden motes of dust still dance But there’s no living for me here, I must move on, the call is clear. And you won’t notice me at all, The night is dark and we’re all grey, A shape that shifts in shadow’s play, An eye that gleams and then lets die, The moment soft as silken down, You’re not listening, so you can’t hear. And I watch you so carefully, Your tricks and habits I absorb, The way you light a cigarette, The drink, the chat, the pointless play, Your earrings swing and catch the light, My spirit walks, in that thin spark. I am the cat that walks alone, I hunt in silence, then I’m gone, My fire burns fierce, but it’s contained, You only thought you caught a glimpse, A trick d light, so hard to say, You’ll sleep forever, and I move on...