Nay, Diddle Diddle

My cat can’t play the violin
Although today she tried. Again.
She’s found a way to grip the bow
With one clawed paw, but there’s just no
Existing mechanism by
Which she can “finger” notes. She’ll try;
When she her deep frustration vents,
Her perfect C’s slight recompense,
Though not enough for her, I fear.
Determination? This is clear:
No matter how much time it takes,
The bows she shreds, the strings she breaks,
Despite all these althoughs and buts,
She won’t give up. My cat’s got guts.


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