Playing God

My cat
pounces on a gecko,
not with all its weight and might,
but gently.
It blocks it,
releases it,
strikes it,
teases it,
plays the bully,
before delivering the final blow.
 
The hero
has his redemption arc,
the villains too
shine
in rare moments of kindness,
other mortals
eke out a living
with the little they have,
and well,
god being god– 
teases
and delivers.