For days a little bird
tapped on my window
Until I realised,
It was chasing
it's own reflection.
Just wasting its life
on a false illusion.
So I decided to set
It free from delusion.
A wooden cat now sat
Inside that window.
I thought it's better
a broken heart
for a little while
Than wasting a life
On total confusion.
How often do we
chase our own illusions
That end in delusions
Stop this confusion
Buy a cat.
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