Feline (Poem by Drew Tompkins, Sketch by Mia Hinderman)





Feline

If there is anything we share with house cats,
it is our innate disregard for the known;
our pessimistic outlook which disallows us
to see the constant good of everyday.

A black cat stares intently
at a candle’s flame, evaluating whether
to take a closer look. Consumed by curiosity,
the cat is blind to the surrounding good.
Spring flowers, butterflies, and green grass
all go undetected to the cat’s narrow fixation.

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  1. Unknown5/14/20, 4:40 PM

    I love this poem!! Its great how it takes the cats perspective and compares it with our own

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