In a far away farmhouse by a sea of crops
lived a comfortable family, a horse;
even an old cat.

In the past years, though, things had changed.
The horse pulls nothing, worthless,
but the cat is the same.

In the grassy backyard, while the cat was out,
the young girls would follow him
and the sun smiled down.

But soon a cruel winter fell upon the small valley.
With little to do
they purchased a television.

The cold metal box with figures of monotone
soon consumed the family's warmth,
and the cat spent longer hours alone.

One morn' as the girls woke and left the sleeping one
to watch a show they adored,
the cat slept on,
cold and lifeless.

The father came upon it much earlier than the girls,
and it fear of their sadness
he got rid of it.

The girls never noticed it's disappearance;
not through the entire winter;
not until the days grew warmer.

Then the day came, where the sun's warmth urged them out.
They found the grave of the one they loved,
unmarked, but they knew.

That's when they realized, they would never meet him again.
Not like that strange figure
in the cold box that they adored.

You see, life plays no repeats like the box.
You have one chance to see it;
that's it.

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