Poetry


 * ode to spot:
 * Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
 * An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature;
 * Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
 * Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
 * I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
 * A singular development of cat communications
 * That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
 * For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
 * A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
 * You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
 * And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
 * It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
 * O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
 * Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
 * And though you are not sentient and do not comprehend,
 * I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.


 * ... Then we sat on the sand for some time and observed How the oceans that covered the world were perturbed. By the tides from the orbiting moon overhead -  How relaxing the sound of the waves as you said.   I began to expound upon tidal effects,   When you asked me to stop, looking somewhat perplexed.     So I did not explain why the sunset turns red,       And we watched the occurence in silence instead.