A star shines thru the plum tree's blossomed silhouette... Crescent moon dips-down towards the tree-line of the bay... Enough light to see the pathways carved-out in the longish grass by the neighbour's black and white cat - it obviously loves this garden... Earlier, our paths crossed out back... Heard it's neck-bell tinkering from the side- gate along the wall in my direction... i whispered-out encouragingly... The bell responded closer... In the quiet moments following, saw the cat's white chest blaze... It was looking at me from beside the water-butt... Cat seemingly considering my entreaties to come closer... Maybe i had spoiled feline's fishing for frogs from pond-side... Sensed disdain in the tinkering bell as cat scampered back the way it had come... Ah, Bob Marley on the radio... No woman, no cry...