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The cat walked the yard every day. Said she was doing it for everyone’s good.
She counted the feathers. Measured the silences. Separated the rough play.
If a chick wandered, she brought it back. If one went quiet too long, she watched it closer.
The yard became orderly.
So orderly it stopped being anything else.
When a chick went missing one night, the cat pointed at the right shadow.
That shadow had been there all along.
Nobody asked anything further.
Order continued.
Moral:
Watch without rest
and you learn to point
before you look.