Oneshots

Metaphor

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