The Thrill of the Hunt

You are like a cat, my dear; to put it in a way that’s blunt.
For a cat is only interested, in the thrill of the hunt.
A cat will chase a mouse- for game- simply because its fun.
And once the mouse is finally caught, the cat’s interest is certainly done.

And hunt me-and others- you did; You hunted me with beauty, and graceful skill.
Knowing though that in the end . . . the mouse you’d have to kill.
But the cat continues on- to satisfy its insatiable need for pleasure.
Continuing to pursue the mouse; without emotional cause or measure.

The cat will hunt, and always catch the mouse, ready to make the kill
And the mouse will never get his last statement- his one final will.
But, if the mouse could have a say, what would be his longing confession?
The mouse would look up into the cat’s eyes, realizing his astonishing depression.

“Did you enjoy it?”, the mouse would say, reflective of devastation: “The game we played together?
Did you, have fun embarking with me on this, oh so frivolous endeavor?
Of course . . . it was Joyous and remarkably . . . a marvelous exploration,
For our inane attraction was driven by pointless, but pure elation,

Bun now I see, you were just in this for the hunt-a game to you- from the very start.
And now that I’m devoted to you; you simply want to part.
But what about what we had? Our affection, our emotion, was it all just a lie?
Was it all just your cunning plan to steal my heart, then to let it die?

And we did. We were together, and what we had . . . has been euphoric to say the least.
And the feelings I have, and feel for you, I thought would never cease.
But, in the hours of emotion and passion, did you ever think to see?
The time, and things, we shared together, were not a game to me.

I was enamored with you- hopeful for us . . . naïve to my very core.
And I, the ‘metaphoric mouse’ knocked right on the Cats front door.
And for a short time we had your hunt, your adventure, your fun, and your thrills.
But in the end, once the hunt is done. . The mouse. . . . The cat always kills!

But now, that it is all over, and all is said and done,
I can’t help but get the liberating feeling, that it's really me whose won,
For, I will live, and learn, to love once more again. And for you I can’t say the same,
Because for me love is something divine and pure, but for you it’s just a game.