Alas Poor Fluffy

Alas, Poor Fluffy

Alas, poor fluffy. I knew him well.
Hirsute in form and curious by nature.
He was a silly hamster, but well liked.
O, tiger's heart bound in a rodent's hide.
How he raged against our giant master's benevolence.
"Do they not know," he would angrily chitter.
"All the world's a cage and they are hairless hamsters.
All mankind's enterprise is merely a huge spinning wheel.
All agriculture is just pellets and bottles from the creator's hand..."
O, what an entertaining fool he was.
At the tail of life he answered one of hamsterdom's great questions.
To chew or not to chew?
Whether tis nobler in heart to suffer the bites and scratches of life,
Or to take paws against a waterbowl of troubles
And by gnawing end them.
What is the nature of the black snake hanging from the cage's light?
Tho at first it did not respond, 
As he had nibbled through it's outer skin,
When he licked its inner shining sinews,
The Serpent revealed it's secret.
As a repository of great power, it lights up the night and fluffy too.
What an explosive sparkling exit he made.
His sacrifice provided a wonderful cautionary tale
For wise hamstresses to tell to eager hamlets.
Sometimes our boundaries are loving protection from harm.
As fitting so noble a creature,
They buried him in the swirling porcelain sea.
With a great roar he circled the final barrier
And finally sunk into the undiscovered country beyond the bowl.