The Corpse of a Hissing Cat

Sooty black and thin boned, velvet almost, but stringy. Hard to define the shape of a hissing cat that was so soon alive and kicking, but now lies dead on my neighbor's lawn. I would watch it on summer evenings crouching low under the hedgerow hunting small birds. Fortunately for the birds it most always missed, then he would hiss loudly, and walk away, skinny tail up as if he didn't give a damn. Now it's dead, and by God, I swear I can hear it hissing still, and not giving a damn.