Meow Meow?!
Nooooo, not talking about Mephedrone, I'm on about cats. Having once owned a cat, I've been left with a cat shaped dent in my brain which I need to fill every so often, so I do this by drawing them.
I once read a poem, I think in high school that I never really forgot about. There was a particular line I feel that captured the 'essence of cat':
"Cats, no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind."
Okay then two lines.
2 comments:
Great sketches! I liek cats!
Cats- by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond.
Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes
Less than themselves; will not be pinned
To rules or routes for journeys; counter
Attack with non-resistance; twist
Enticing through the curving fingers
And leave an angered empty fist.
They wait obsequious as darkness
Quick to retire, quick to return;
Admit no aim or ethics; flatter
With reservations; will not learn
To answer to their names; are seldom
Truly owned till shot or skinned.
Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
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