Ode to HemingwayA Poem by MeowlloryA short illustrative essay I wrote for class about my cat. Hemingway the cat is the embodiment of feline perfection.
Perched in a regal fashion upon the windowsill, he peers out into
unknown peons before him as he is illuminated by delicate tendrils of
sunlight. The gray and white splotches in his pelt are reminiscent of
dark clouds devouring their white siblings just before a rainfall, but
even those lofty denizens of the heavens would hang their heads in shame
if they felt the intoxicating softness of his shimmering fur. He is
heavy, both contemplative and full of inertia; the weight of his
intellect is equaled by his massive form, and from whisker to tail, his
graceful curves seem to have been carved from the finest marble by some
divine master sculptor. Together, his diminutive head and the girth of
his rotund flanks are complementary " a study in harmony and symmetry.
His face is a vision of beauty, and as he turns to inspect the room
behind him, his mighty expression commands respect and forcefully
inspires the imagination, like words never-before-heard, cackled in
unearthly voices. Though stoic and silent, he possesses the temperament
of a perpetually disgruntled aristocrat, and looks upon the world at
once as his kingdom, and also his greatest fear. Upon the entry of a
stranger, his half-narrowed eyes widen and gleam with skittish
intensity. They are the eyes of a man many years his senior, and they
leak like overflowing sinks with stories left untold and wisdom never
heard. Preparing to alight, his enormous forepaws brace the ledge he
occupies and show his namesake: each bears a polydactylic digit missing
in lesser cats. Hemingway the statuette transforms into a silent blur as
he makes his speedy escape and retreats into an impossibly small
crevice to avoid detection. He is Felis purfectus, superior both in form and action.
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Added on June 15, 2013 Last Updated on June 15, 2013 Tags: cat, essay, illustrative, hemingway, meow Author |