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 After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby I'd 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