Curiosity Has Never Killed A Single Cat Poem by Shaun Cronick

Curiosity has never killed a single cat.
That's an old wives tale.
An old adage.
An urban legend.
Nine times out of ten its a grand piano.
Usually a Steinway.
Very, very rarely a Fazioli.
They simply fall out of the skies targeting a feline.
The irony is the doomed cat sees it coming.
And is hypnotized, frozen, spellbound and beguiled by it.
And none of it is curiosity.
It's acceptance.
It's a catastrophe.
It says to itself I've had a good life time to die.
Most people and cats don't believe this.
A grand piano is the natural enemy of all felines.
And when I state this harsh truth to people,
They simply don't believe me.
And don't get me started about that nine lives crap.