Salt spray kisses whiskers gray
The storm has broken clean away
You sit where Opera sails unfold
And count the stories courage told
You count each step on sandstone cold
The harbor wind sings hymns you know
Your calico coat catches light
As dusk paints Sydney shades of night
Footfalls echo past your perch
Each stranger leaves a subtle search
You map the rhythm in your bones
A litany of stepping stones
You count each step on sandstone cold
The harbor wind sings hymns you know
Your calico coat catches light
As dusk paints Sydney shades of night
Altos hum in memory deep
While city lights begin to creep
You learned to breathe in sacred space
Now grace is just a feline grace
The bridge arches steel and song
Where you and I both belong
No choir robe no polished pew
Just paws on rock and harbor blue
A tourist pauses checks their phone
The light reveals what you have known
The footsteps fade the counting done
Night settles on the harbor sun
You count each step on sandstone cold
The harbor wind sings hymns you know
Your calico coat catches light
As dusk paints Sydney shades of night
Stars prick the velvet overhead
You curl where ancient spirits tread
The last footstep dissolves in air
A hymn hummed soft without a prayer
You count each step on sandstone cold
The harbor wind sings hymns you know
Your calico coat catches light
As dusk paints Sydney shades of night
You count each step on sandstone cold
The harbor wind sings hymns you know
You count. You breathe. You stay.
Calico at end of day.
