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In our late night excursion, with the darkness keeping our immersion,
The strawberry cat dragged me by the hand
I took her guidance with no reproach, no second glance
With the torch by my side, watching her cute small strides,
I followed closely behind, keeping my pace, both to slow or expedite
Was this a cat-and-mouse game, or the blind leading the blind?
Did I really need the keen eyes and nose from her kind?
Or does she need my torch, my presence, my satchel?
I carry not much, of immediate importance, or substantial
Through shifting sands and trees decayed we past
Though progress is made, I must confess it didn't last
"An old dog can learn new tricks", I told myself
But her pacing was erratic, too harebrained for the self
My trust in her was not put in question,
But my old eyes can see her lack of experience meant regression
I was in no hurry to meet my destination
A change in pace may solve this equation
What she looked for was ultimately not what I sought
"Our paths converged, but will split", is what I thought
An aid to each other's journey, from our fates we carved and weaved
Laying in each other's gurney, we'll rest and find reprieve
I'll mourn before the hour strikes at midnight
One last time, to celebrate this union, by sunlight
I'm still digesting on the imagery I saw. I kinda understand it, but I need to meditate more. I may not write a poem for a while, as the atmosphere/vibe has changed. I'll have to wait and see now. See ya.
