Tiger Talk

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The Tiger

A Glossa in honour of William Blake.

The Tiger

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the dark hours of the night,
To seek thy prey. No man dare go
To view the sinuous muscles flow.
A fleeting glimpse in sparse moonlight,
Tiger, tiger, burning bright.

In the forest of the night,
Stalks the epitome of might,
Clothed in garb of gold and black,
Silently onward, not looking back.
From the darkness squeals of fright,
In the forest of the night.

Whose immortal hand or eye
Would dare create such majesty?
No form more graceful can be seen;
A creation from an artist’s dream.
From whom did this great image fly?
Whose immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Certainly no man like me.
Your grace and might beyond the ken,
The understanding of simple men.
Only immortal audacity,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry.

Irene C S ClarkHogg

The screen saver on the computer that I’m at was a cougar, so I took some inspiration from that, and here you go! Comment below what your favorite feline is!

CATZ GALORE!!

Cuddly Kitten Image from swcp.com

See the Kitten on the Wall

by Wm. Wordsworth

See the kitten on the wall,
Sporting with the leaves that fall.
Withered leaves – one – two – three
From the lofty elder tree.
Though the calm and frosty air,
Of this morning bright and fair.
Eddying round and round they sink,
Softly, slowly; one might think.
From the motions that are made,
Every little leaf conveyed
Sylph or Faery hither tending,
To this lower world descending.
Each invisible and mute,
In his wavering parachute.

But the Kitten, how she starts,
Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts!
First at one, and then its fellow,
Just as light and just as yellow.
There are many now – now one,
Now they stop and there are none.
What intenseness of desire,
In her upward eye of fire!
With a tiger-leap half-way,
Now she meets the coming prey.
Lets it go as fast, and then;
Has it in her power again.
Now she works with three or four,
Like an Indian conjurer;
Quick as he in feats of art,
Far beyond in joy of heart.
Where her antics played in the eye,
Of a thousand standers-by,
Clapping hands with shout and stare,
What would little Tabby care
For the plaudits of the crowd?

Today I thought I’d feature my post on catz. I’ve never had one because my family is allergic, but I’de really like one. Comment below if you can hook it up with a hypo allergenic cat

Blocked Off… Not For Long

Funny cat fromhttp://www.whatupgoingon.com

Cartoon from http://images5.fanpop.com

Writers Block

Dont know what to write about
Dont know what to say
Started to write a poem about snakes,
Then realized that was lame.
Im sitting here at the computer
With nothing on the mind,
Well nothing seems to come to me,
So I’de better just resign

This morning I had nothing that I really wanted to write a poem about. I tried to pick a random thing and chose snakes. But then I realized that they very much of creep me out. Then It came to me, I should write about my writers block, and henseforth, I give you “Writers Block”. Last year my english teacher would have us do journal writes about whatever we wanted. If we could not think of anything to write, or if we became stuck, she encouraged us to write about our writers block until we thought of something else to say. If you have writers block, start writing about it in the comments section below, and eventually, you will be cured of it.