We came because a human stood
and thought we’d answer—One, Two, Three,
he tried to gather something wise…
we let him think it so would be.
He asked, “Why stare at empty walls?
There’s nothing there to see.”
We did not blink. One tail replied,
“There is. You lack the key.”
“Then why the midnight racing storms?
No prey, no urgency?”
“The night is full of moving things—
you miss them. We are free.”
“Why knock things down I set with care?
They sit just fine for me.”
“If it can fall, it should be known.
We test reality.”
He shifted then: “Why ignore me
when I call you constantly.”
“We hear you every single time.
We choose selectively.”
At last, more quiet: “Why, when I’m low…
do you come and sit with me?”
No clever words were offered then—
one rose… and closed the space between them gently.
No grand decree. No lesson carved.
No spoken clarity—
just quiet weight beside his side…
…the answer of the Three.
