Saying–“Curiosity killed the cat.”
It’s cruel, even if theoretical–
A cat, even if it’s hypothetical,
Placed in a box with poison spray,
The switch, radioactive decay.
Perchance does that famous feline
Have lives beyond the fabled nine?
Does it twinkle in and out of being?
Where does it go when we’re not seeing?
Perhaps that elusive creature purrs
In some alternate universe,
Or curls up in a superstring
Or some such insubstantial thing?
In its strange probabilistic state,
One peek inside will seal its fate.
Copyright 2008 by Joan Braman. All rights reserved