From across the street he sat and watched it swayed and swung and he wished it to be caught.
He listed to it's jaunty tune as it twirled in the breeze so he left through the cat-door with four legg'ed ease.
So, he stepped onto the street and slinking he crossed until the screeching wheels and all seemed lost.
But he found it out! The wind chimes had summoned him to cross and be at Death's scythe’s brim.
His eyes opened and he got to his feet and finished the short march across the street.
So, “Curiosity killed the cat satisfaction brought him back”