Curiosity

Curiosity killed the cat
fancy that! Cat curious
sitting upon the window sill
watching the sun do as it will
little birds, oblivious, trill
unaware of the cat, on the
window sill.  Her fathomless
eyes closed against light
lies! But I suppose one might
be fooled into believing,
perceiving such a tranquil sight
how such creature could entertain
the notion of pleasure
the joy of pain, a curiosity to treasure
a prize beyond measure
but not for the sane.
How about it? Inquisitive still
that cat no longer on the sill
stalks through emerald blades
walks, talks, but never trades,
with birds trilling to the sky
forget to fly as reckoning arrives
in a flurry of hurry "Too late!"
they cried, one has died as
many fled, he bled out through
the head, they said. And
that curious cat (fancy that!)
is back upon the window sill
smugly smiling with closed eyes
listening to the birds trill
into uncaring skies.