Curiosity Killed The Cat
It was black and furry. That's all I remember.
I saw it from the corner of my eye, its presence lurking for a moment before disappearing like the mist in the night.
I needed to follow to it.
I paced around the corner – choosing to never run – and watched as the tail furled and unfurled, tempting me like the candy at a checkout stand. Its simple, somber kicks exhibited control, but I wondered if it truly had any destination in mind.
I wanted to follow it.
As I drew nearer, breaking through a sloping path that peeked between large trees, I heard a soft call.
Me, we, ow.
I ached to hear more.
Lights – yellow, blue, green. Whizzing past like unseen stripes on a cheetah’s back, the roar of a mechanical monster filling my ears. My eyes raced to follow its hunching back. I know it looked over its bony shoulder, grinned like a Cheshire, then scuttled along the worn road. The blaring noise of the metal fiend had me still before the everlasting thump.
It was black and furry.
Tinged with a little bit of red.
That's all I remember.
By Elizabeth
A little poem [based on a true story unfortunetly]. First time having a crack at poetry. I'd love to hear others' interpretations of this!
Just to add, this is the (simplified) course of events which occur within the poem:
[Spoilers]
A girl, consumed by curiosity, follows a creature that is black and furry. Whereas the girl is curious and follows the cat, the cat itself is curious as well. The cat, by 'look[ing] over its bony shoulder', challenges the girl and wanders onto a busy road with, as expected of today's society, machines (cars).
The theme surrounds temptation, pride and most importantly, curiosity. It also hints at society's advancement of technology and its negative effects on animals and wildlife.