Fwd: A cat poem...

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Picked up a copy of " Cat Fancy " , and came upon this poem:

 

" The Story of my Cat "

By Madeline Ashwill, 14

 

As I shut the door for the night

I thought I saw an amazing sight.

A long, thin tail flicked past the door

But then it was gone forevermore.

As the sun came up and the night was gone.

The moon went away and it became dawn.

I walked by the door and heard a cat's meow,

But why would a cat be here, and now?

And then I saw a kitten beneath the door.

Upon its neck lay a small sore.

A cat and two kittens lay awaiting,

While the kitten looked as if it was fading.

I took the kitten downtown to the vet,

As we waited two hours and started to fret.

Finally we walked through the door,

We wouldn't have to wait anymore.

He cleaned the sore through the pus,

The kitten waited and did not fuss.

I turned away, I would not see,

For the hole in her neck was big as could be.

Finally it was over, she was alive!

The doctor said she would survive.

I took her home to live with me,

I was as happy as could be.

Her mom came back one more time,

But left again at the clock's chime.

And as I shut the door for the night,

This tale is gone from my sight.

 

I thought I'd post this, as it's very revealing of 'falsehood', and how it

operates in thought.

 

The question that occured here is, if this tale was gone from the author's

sight, why did it occur 'here'? Why did it appear in 'someone else's' sight?

 

The answer is obvious. " Out there " , isn't. The so-called objective world is

memory.