Curious Souls.

Curious Souls

The simple question 'why?'
Opens so many doors,
Peeling back the layers,
Building up the lores,
Inquisitive without the inquisition,
No stifling of an honest 'when?' or 'how?’,
Attempts at explanation through rendition
Which seek to ascertain the here and now,
The pioneers of the past who proved
The edibility of most our food,
(Though Brussel sprouts I cannot deign include),
The turners of the stones and cave explorers,
The followers of sounds, unwitting bait
That lured the furred and scaly sharp-toothed roarers,
Leaving logicians to deduce their fate,
The heyday of Darwin’s esteemed award,
The comic and the tragic were entwined,
The magic that occurs when folk are bored,
Where bravery and idiocy are blind,
The curious keep stumbling on the truth,
Sometimes graceful yet ofttimes uncouth,
Though this ungainly gift is soon dismissed,
It sparks in every child’s eye,
In some from birth until they die,
The killer of the cat,
Most famed in life for that,
But
Without it so much in life can’t exist.