by ~Demonic Moon Curse~ » Tue Jan 01, 2013 7:57 am
Flamesky continued 2 sleep peacefully.
Moon walked past the same tree she passed yesterday, the 1 that smelled like many cats. Now she knew who the smells belonged 2. She smiled as she smelled Cricketleg's and Snugglefuzz's scents. She hoped that no 1 would b 2 upset or anxious when they wake and find she wasn't there. Hopefully they wouldn't send out a search party 4 her; she wasn't THAT important. Just a 4 moon old kit who could speak 2 strange starry cats. She grinned wider. Maybe she should go back. She turned and ran back. Stopping at the entrance, she walked in indifferently. She sat in the middle of camp grooming herself.
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.