The Reward


The Reward

Where is the cheese?

She goes left, and then right,

Which one of these?

Her body low, nose in flight.

The colors and shadows, 

Looking all the same,

Her pace speeds, then slows,

What a torturous game.

Around the next turn,

Surely it will be there,

Oh it's just another burn,

Another hallway that's bare.

She should know it well,

This maze she's assembled, 

But now it seems like hell,

And hell it resembled. 

She can smell it now,

Her mouth it salivates, 

Something makes a growl,

For the first time, she hesitates.

Rounding the corner she sees,

Whiskers, teeth and eyes,

Certainly not the cheese,

She thought would be her prize.

This experiment got very real,

Her maze running now done,

Instead of finding a meal,

She unwittingly became one.

JMJames 

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