Monday, November 27, 2017

World Like a Cat Toy (Day 313)


Sometimes the world 
feels like a cat’s toy, 
a little blue-green ball, 
new, shiny, frantically 
spun about for a while, 
then batted under the bed 
and soon forgotten. 
For weeks, months, or (yes), 
even years, the toy remains 
inert in dust-laden darkness.
But, on a far-off moving day, 
someone may find it, 
pick it up, and say, 
“Hey, remember this?” 
Then, once again, the little ball 
will enjoy more light and 
find renewed favor, and be 
maniacally spun about, until 
it is batted under the bed again.



(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: Moritz320