This is the tortured trapped soul of the feral cat the mouth is open and twisted with pain as a misery never to end there are hundreds of tiny feline footprints for a mile on this desolate track .
The air vibrates in pain yowl and fear as if we cannot answer the unknown wish of the King tom cat of Turkers Wood, oh cats of feral kind your faces are embellished forever in the crying fear of the damned end !.