Zeros

In a dark, cold world where shadows dance ,    where echoes of laughter mingle with sighs,    the frantic pace of paws against the floor    is mistaken for joy,    but in the flashes of fur    we find the pulse of desperation.      These zoomies , they say,    this wild, whirling symphony    of energy unleashed,    an innocent spree beneath the moon's watch,    a spirited frenzy that brings delight,     yet, beneath this playful facade,    lies a deeper truth,    churning like a storm in a restless sea.      What if it’s not just play?    What if it’s a long-held cry,    a yelp birthed from confinement,    the taste of freedom    as fleeting as the wind?    These bursts of life,    they are not just giggles    in a child's eyes    but t...