Fading

An old photo,
In a tattered album,
Has not lost its magic,
Simply its ability to use it.

An ally cat,
That shides away from light,
Afraid of all that moves,
Is not a scardy cat,
Simply a well trained one.

And if that cat,
Were to wonder,
Into the light that had faded the photo,
Would it fade too?
Or would it learn, and hide better the next time the sun shines?