A whiteness in a cranny
 shadowed from the midday sun,
 a staring, delicate cranium,
 comes into focus,
 then the curled spine bones
 the tiny  paws
 arrayed in great symmetry,
 picked clean by the ants ,
 show the undisturbed resting place
 of  a feral cat.

 Rest on, little friend,
 your body
 part of the wind and earth
 may your hunter's spirit,
 dream of
 a  neverending chase.