The truth
One day
Decided
To venture
Into the mind
Of a passing cat
And gave it a voice
It's owner
Picked up the cat
To stroke it
The cat spoke
And asked her owner
To pick her up more gently
And asked her to imagine
How would she of felt
If she had been picked up
In a similar fashion?
The owner, taking fright
Immediately ran from her house
Screaming
For she thought
She had gone mad
So now the truth
Had a problem
And realised
That despite it's good intentions
That although the cat
Had spoken a truth
It wasn't that truth
That had caused the problem
The cat owner
Loved her cat deeply
And didn't, or couldn't
Envisage the cat
Speaking to her
She would not of minded
In the least bit
To be told to be more gentle
As she would never of deliberately
Hurt her beloved cat
In any way
That was a truth
She would of readily accepted.
She screamed
As she thought she had gone
Mad
And within that madness
Was also a hidden guilt
And realisation
That she had
Unintentionally
Harmed her beloved cat
The truth itself
Was mortified
At the damage it had done
And now wished
It had conveyed the truth
In another
More subtle way
And one thing it didn't want
Was to cause harm
But realised that it
The truth
Sometimes hurts
And that it would of been better
To let things lie

by Jemia