Guest Jess Posted February 14, 2002 Report Posted February 14, 2002 Age of a cat, Eyes of a kitten. Forever your name, Shall be know as Mitten. Nose of pink, Fur brown, black, and gold. I pray to the Gods, You'll never grow old. Long swishing tail, Fur soft as can be. Kitty I love it, When you play with me. You love to toy, With any piece of string, And sitting in the sun, Is your favorite thing. Kitty I adore you, In every way, And I promise to kiss you, At least once a day.
Peredhil Posted February 14, 2002 Report Posted February 14, 2002 Peredhil melts. Oh... That is so sweet! Reminds me of the kittens I have. Looks over at his eighteen-year-old lazy cat, who distains strings. Suddenly I want another kitten. I like this.
Guest Jess Posted February 14, 2002 Report Posted February 14, 2002 Thank you. My cat is probably the thing I love the most in this world. Some people tell me that I'm dumb because, as much as I adore my horse also, I would take my cat over my horse. But Ben, Mittem is just her nickname, has been with me since I took her from my aunts wild cats nine years ago. I'll be sad when she leaves me, but until then I don't think she'll ever stop playing.
Gyrfalcon Posted February 15, 2002 Report Posted February 15, 2002 *Gyr applauds* Aww.... makes me want to have a cat again...
Bhurin Posted February 15, 2002 Report Posted February 15, 2002 Very whimsicle, my friend. Your language is playful, and your style in this poem reminds me of the innocence of a toddler (but please do not take that as a comment on your personal style ) You do not allow complicated language or style interefere in what is generally a statement that is sincere and genuine in its context, and generally doesn't need big works or metaphors to describe something that, frankly, is right there in front of you. I like this poem. Though I admit I'm not a big fan of the style, your message and similes are well appreciated. Thank you. Signed-
Lady Celes Crusader Posted February 15, 2002 Report Posted February 15, 2002 The Frenchie looks over her 3 years old Carbone and 1 year old Cambronne and reminds herself of how cute and pleasant they were as kitten. Thank you for writting a poem that reminded me of the joy of having a kitten.
Guest Jess Posted February 15, 2002 Report Posted February 15, 2002 Thank you to all! I wrote it with my beloved cat sitting in front of me. She is a cat of very few words (mostly meow), so her poem had to have been something simple without a lot of wrods to convey the meaning. I don't really remember her changing from kitten to cat, but this could only be because she never really did. She still pounces on everything and comes in the house looking exceptionally proud of whatever rodent she's just caught. I'll always love her. –Jess
Ozymandias Posted February 16, 2002 Report Posted February 16, 2002 You're making me miss my dog. I hope I can get another soon. You play the heartstrings very well, Madame.
Guest Lord Seth Exodus Posted February 17, 2002 Report Posted February 17, 2002 Bravo! A glimps into one's personal encounter with that feeling of total encompassment with something apart from the rest of the world that takes hold of all of us at one time or another, I love it. I've never been much of a cat person, myself, but it paints a pretty picture. Well done. Yours truly, Seth Exodus Initiate of The Pen
Guest Jess Posted February 18, 2002 Report Posted February 18, 2002 Ozymandias– Thank you! But, please, madame is not nessicary. Jess is fine. It is my name. Oh, and if you want a dog, I have 5 puppies (if you don't mind driving to Washington!) Seth– Thanks! I'm sorry your not a cat person though; you're missing out.
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