Sometimes the world
feels like a cat’s toy,
a little blue-green ball,
new, shiny, frantically
spun about for a while,
then batted under the bed
and soon forgotten.
For weeks, months, or (yes),
even years, the toy remains
inert in dust-laden darkness.
But, on a far-off moving day,
someone may find it,
pick it up, and say,
“Hey, remember this?”
Then, once again, the little ball
will enjoy more light and
find renewed favor, and be
maniacally spun about, until
it is batted under the bed again.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Image: Moritz320
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