They tell us curiosity kills the cat; the people
Who own the world’s clichés.
It is a product of nature, exclaims the sun;
Come out at night and see what they’ve done.
Who has produced a day without any light,
And put a contradicting planet up in the poorly lit
Sorry excuse for a sky.
‘Once in a blue moon it disappears’
Though the cat continued to climb the fences of Rome.
It stayed so long
That it could see the destruction of Carpe Diem.
The fall of the Roman Empire set the golden eyes away,
Leading to the suns moans and groans,
Of rising each and every day.
As it complains to the moon,
It reflects off its worries toward the ball of earth below.
Now the cat can be seen,
And curiosity is not willing to
Pretend to be blind.