Happiness is a shy, skittish cat,
Who will only show her face in brief glimpses,
Never long stares,
Her appearance is ever sought by Humanity,
Yet attaining her is like catching sunlight in our hands,
The more we try, the more in vain she appears,
We possess her briefly,
Alas, only to wring the fur of her tail;
She laughs at us,
Silly Humans and our silly happiness,
Silly sot seeking sooth.
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