[2025:45] On an Autumn Afternoon, George Freek

My cat creeps into his day,
ready for new adventures.
Something in the leaves,
tempts him, but it’s brittle.
It’s a dead bee,
and as if from a mortal disease,
he rapidly backs away.
He suffers misadventures,
among rocks and trees,
and when the wind
blows through the branches
like a French horn,
he’s confused by falling leaves.
Is ignorance truly bliss?
No one ever told him
there are no guarantees.