The languid cat stretches
In the sun
It yawns
Life is simple
Everything is given to it
There is always food
Never running out of water
But life is empty
The cat's ability to find those things
Is taken away
Life is good
On the surface
Digging deeper
Life is empty
And unfulfilling
When the cat tries
To find the things
That have been stolen from it
The cat is scolded
For not appreciating what it already has
Yet the cat appreciates and is thankful
They don't see this
They never look long and hard enough
Nor do they think long enough
Too quickly do they draw conclusions
Making a quick
And neat
Decision that suits them
Never giving thought to the cat
They are content
In their comforting lies
Too late will the lies shatter
And expose them to the truth
For the truth is harsh
And unforgiving
Unlike the lies
That are gentle
And let them sleep at night
Soon they will see
The darker side
And the cat will snicker

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