Poem: "I, Schrodinger"
This poem came out of the July 7, 2009 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from siliconshaman and chosen in the generally sponsored poetry poll. siliconshaman wondered how an augmented cat would view humans. Apparently, about the same as an ordinary cat. The name of the cat refers to a famous quantum experiment, Schrodinger's Cat.
I, Schrodinger
I am tabby, distant kin of the ounce.
Though scientists made me to be their tool,
I am no leaf in some genetic pool.
They are the ones, someday, I shall denounce.
My whiskers arch; I tense; at last I pounce!
The mouse I catch is plastic, smooth and cool.
It gives me pleasure. Don’t call me a fool.
I know myself - a self - and that’s what counts.
Come feed me, scientist! Come clean my mess!
Then let me return to my avatar.
(The stealthy hunter leaves a false address.)
Across these screens, I roam where mountains are,
Gray tabby descended of ounce, oh yes -
Descended, perhaps, not so very far.
I, Schrodinger
I am tabby, distant kin of the ounce.
Though scientists made me to be their tool,
I am no leaf in some genetic pool.
They are the ones, someday, I shall denounce.
My whiskers arch; I tense; at last I pounce!
The mouse I catch is plastic, smooth and cool.
It gives me pleasure. Don’t call me a fool.
I know myself - a self - and that’s what counts.
Come feed me, scientist! Come clean my mess!
Then let me return to my avatar.
(The stealthy hunter leaves a false address.)
Across these screens, I roam where mountains are,
Gray tabby descended of ounce, oh yes -
Descended, perhaps, not so very far.