Locked in a box for years where it sat.
Is it dead or alive? He thought alone.
Too afraid to open for he had known
Schrodinger's cat might die when box disclosed.
Fear of death of cat, he kept it closed.
But he yearned and yearned to take the cat out;
He wanted the companionship the cat brought.
One day, he braced his timid heart and mind,
To open, to whether a live cat he'd find.
He set a time, planned it all. Butterflies
Danced in his gut, while his throat filled with sighs.
Day before he went to open the box,
He was shocked. Box was shattered. A fox
Held the kitten in his jaws by the neck
Alive. Cat was. He reached out for a peck
On the cat. But the fox trotted away
With his prize feline in a swing-sway.
Why did he fail to save the cat before the fox's move?
Why do people act the same with their unrequited love?
-Wren
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| Anthem of Discordia by Wren |
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