Ode to Spot from Schisms

Felis Cattus, is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped carnivorous by nature?
Your visual, olfactory and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills, and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aide in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.

-Data

Mine is but a fragment, for the author never finished it:

Then all the charm
Is broken--all that phantom-world so fair
Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread,
And each mis-shape the other. Stay awile,
Poor youth! who scarcely dar'st lift up thine eyes--
The stream will soon renew its smoothness, soon
The visions will return! And lo, he stays,
And soon the fragments dim of lovely forms
Come trembling back, unite, and now once more
The pool becomes a mirror.

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I really like Stephen Crane. Even though his poems don't rhyme they are very deep and meaningful.


In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good friend?"
"It is bitter--bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
"Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

-Stephen Crane



And the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon the heads of the children, even unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me.
Well, then, I hate Thee, unrighteous picture;
Wicked image I hate Thee;
So, strike with Thy vengence
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly
It will be a brave thing.

-Stephen Crane