Shrodinger's Cat - Poem by William Messent
My name is Fritz, Shrödinger's Cat,
I sometimes wonder where I'm at.
Within a small world I exist;
My master, he's a physicist
Who talks of protons, neutrons too,
Held in place with magic glue.
He's weird and in his element
Performing this experiment.
Trapped in a box and full of strife,
I feel I've only half a life.
My fate decided by old Geiger,
I wish I'd been a Bengal tiger!
My feline life hangs by a thread;
In two minds if alive or dead,
I muse "To be or not to be,
That, is the real uncertainty".
His scientific articles
On sub-atomic particles,
And his famous Wave Equation
Earned Erwin cherished Nobel Prize.
I stare at him with knowing eyes -
He's overlooked I have nine lives -
Against the odds, the CAT survives!
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