curiosity killed the cat
August 13, 2009 at 12:21 PM
Curiosity just killed the cat.
And it died another death today.
For it cannot bear to lose its pride,
It cut off its finger’s piercing claws.
Grandmother’s yarn was full of promise and color
that the cat thought it could be weaved
into a warm and comfortable shawl.
foolish cat didn’t know,
it played with the yarn
and found itself tied and tangled,
only for grandmother to scold…
the yarn was for a cage decor
she has been wanting to make for the bird.
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