Just Butter Please

Just the butter

I don't bother with syrup

I used to out of habit

A little syrup and a lot of butter

Why bother?

Let's face it I am in it for the butter

Now my love he only wants the syrup

I feel like this is a sign

Perhaps this is proof that opposites attract

So do similarities though

Two extremists after all

My cat, Sorin, plays the sneak game with me

I'm sure you know it

I turn my head he gets closer

I look at him he is frozen

He plays it well

But today it made me wonder if this is the greatest metaphor for life

When you're not looking

It comes for you

Life

They say I'm young,"life hasn't hit me yet"

Makes me wonder what I am living right now if it isn't life

Also when will it hit?

When I'm not looking?

Sneak up on me with claws sharp

If I turn will I be able to stop it?

Cats are great teachers

Philosophers if you would

I look at Sorin and tell him 'life hasn't hit you yet"

He barely looks up

He isn't worried

We both know it's a lie

I found him on the streets

Life has hit us all

Whether the outsiders accept it or not

Maybe I should have added a little syrup for their sake

Next time I will

It is hard to accept the idea of just butter