Curiosity killed the mouse
The two cow-cats were in the still garden,Washing their paws, purring like bees,
Until a noise as quiet as a mouse
Stirred them to inquire like scientists,
What have we here? Empirical evidence,
A species-specific life form, hiding under
A plant pot, doubtless frightened to death,
We'll watch and wait, watch and wait,
Cow-cats can chew the fat all day,
Waiting is a luxury in the land of the Pharoahs,
Until I come along, curious to know what
The cow-cats are staring at, waiting for,
I move the plant pot and reveal a mouse,
No time to note the type, field, harvest, who cares,
A cow-cat has caught it in a vice of fangs
And carried it off to a fate worse than death.
Robert Burns wrote a poem to a mouse,
One he turned over with a plough,
Just doing his job, of course, I though
Caused the death of a mouse by my curiosity.
Chris Fernie, 2009
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-07-10 at 21:52
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