The Beauty of Curiosity

Don't they say:

"Curiosity killed the cat"

Often replied:

"Satisfaction brought her back"

The Beauty of Curiosity starts with one.

Will never succed with none.

The cat looks back, admires her fur, stained with black, many admire her.

Not for her looks, not for her words, or the way she cooks, but for what they heard.

The knowledge that escapes with every subtle meow.

Taken almost as a secret silent vow.

To protect, save, and educate.

Those who are unoriginal and a replicate.