no matter how squeamish mama kitten felt
nor her squeals would make Cat timid.
Cat had been stimulated enough
enough to live her own life.
As many lives as Cat seems to have
every being in its own frame of time
a life is a life. It comes and goes
as our mind processes its time
quite possibly the same.
When the world sang a tearful song
of days filled with work and toil,
missing on many of a time we needed
of bond-ship. Sometimes, even perhaps,
its not the same type of bond-ship
we all need. We are all the same in that
we need different feelings to please our minds.
Different feelings for some to turn away
from what is told to be correct--indoctrination.
Have we a open mind? What is even correct?
Just because a law is law does not entail its suitability.
Even when age tries to bleed its 'wisdom' unto all
to what point is it banter of the yesteryear?
Cat believes all can agree upon that
all are wrong in their own space. A space for that
which it was a window of belief, for a time, or even a while.
Many a time which was never corrected. Correct?
Cat will never return to Kittens Cradle
For she is all for her own, and own she will be.
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