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Cat's Paw - Tombstone Chronicles XII Zephyr - Holworks Music 2026 all rights reserved Holworks Music 2026

Three days of glass. The ocean stretched out like polished steel under a high-noon sun, sails hanging limp as laundry on a still line. Every prayer for a gale had gone unanswered. Then, far out on the edge where the blue turns gray, something small and dark began to move across the surface—soft footprints of wind, no bigger than a kitten’s paw. Sailors have always known these fleeting patches. They call them cat’s paws: tiny, temporary brushes of breeze that ripple the water and vanish almost as soon as they appear. In the doldrums they are the only hope. You can’t force the wind to blow, but you can make yourself ready for the moment it decides to come. One hand on the wheel, one holding your hat, you wait for that first gentle tug. This song is about that moment—the quiet arrival of something small that still has the power to fill a sail, break the glass into diamonds, and carry a boat (and a heart) forward. It is about faith the size of a whisper, about learning from the rings of an old oak, the flight of milkweed, and a dark patch on the water that says, “Try.” Cat’s paw came… and it carried me.

Cat's Paw Glass for three days, sun at high noon Sails like laundry, no air to move Prayed for a gale, prayed for a storm God sent a whisper in perfect form Way out on the edge where the blue goes gray Something darkening, coming my way Cat's paw, cat's paw, walking on the blue Soft as a kitten but cutting clean through It ain't much but it's enough to carry you Cat's paw, coming to carry you Doldrums taught me you can't make wind blow You can only make ready when it wants to go Old oak taught me rings, milkweed taught me fly Now that little dark patch teaches me to try One hand on the wheel, one holding my hat Feel that first tug just like that Cat's paw, cat's paw, walking on the blue Barely a whisper but the whisper's true Mama said faith is a small thing too Cat's paw, coming to carry you Pop — there she fills One seam at a time Bow starts talking Glass breaks to diamonds in a line Cat's paw, cat's paw, running now for me Turning that glass back into sea Air Push to Full Sail, that's what a little faith will do Cat's paw came, and it's carrying me Yeah, cat's paw came to carry me - Mark S. Holman x