There he is
that mouse-brain.
At first I believed
back when we were innocent and carefree
that he was intelligent.
Now I know the truth.
He has no more intelligence than a stone
one that rests upon the hill.
He sees but cannot understand,
observes by learns nothing.
I am glad I am not a simple-minded fool.
Cats meander from one side of the clearing to another,
their mews silent to my ears
even as I see mouths move.
They talk about the most pointless things.
When I could hear
I knew what they said.
They called to each other,
discussing prey like it was the meaning of life.
To them,
life was a matter of who had what blade of grass.
I am glad I cannot hear.
The noises of this life are meaningless.
Now I have the power
to see beyond
and focus on finding the important things.
That apprentice there,
with the perfectly placed gold fur
and soft white paws,
he thinks because of his beauty he is amazing.
It is a lie.
Beauty goes to one's head and destories their life.
One day they actually are right.
The next they are dead.
The meaning of life is a mystery
but at least I am a step closer to the world.
What do they see in these Clans?
They are wasting their lives.
While we could claim the lands
or stroll over the world's divides.
Instead we rest as sitting prey
Not caring what the shadows hide.
I will soar upon the waves
and stir the sitting leaves.
Even without ears I will here
without deep sight they will see.
