Fight or flight.
.
He flew in through the open window,
he barely landed on the cat tree
A curious cat leaped and tried
to play with the big winged bee
Maoo is a gentle kitty
he did not go for the kill
The moth, silent and surprised,
didn't move, stayed still
Maoo tried to headbutt and
a pat-n-sniff to say, hi
A worried catdad came in a hurry
and wished the moth a goodbye
He meddled in, trying to save a life
and to change what would transpire
The human in him was scared
of the probable inevitable for the flyer
The moth took to the sky
but looked back for a second, I swear
Maoo kept sniffing the floor
wondering why? And searching, where!?
Maoo now often rolls on the floor
As if saying hi to an unseen moth
And the other day I saw a shy butterfly
landing promptly an orange cloth
Weird as it may sound now, I think
they could've been cool friends
Going on trips and hikes and such
treating everyday like weekends
Going back to this dramatic event
I sit, and ponder, and smile
That it's nice to put on my thinking cap
in style, once in a while.
It's a curious feeling to have honestly
as you start wondering if it was right
Specially when it wasn't about you,
and for you, to decide fight or flight.
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