Feline paw in the snow


I live in a 2nd floor apartment with a patio, which I let our cat out on whenever she feels like it. Mostly she goes out when there’s something worth looking at: squirrels chasing one another up a nearby tree, song birds chirping incessantly, robins dive-bombing the patio, or people taking out their trash. Yesterday, after our first snowfall of the year, Goofus got to explore the white stuff for the first time. These lines by Longfellow seemed appropriate:

My cat in the snow on the patio

Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

My cat exploring the snow on the patio

This is the poem of the air,
      Slowly in silent syllables recorded;

My cat sniffing the snow on the patio

This is the secret of despair,
      Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded…

Cat sleeping on a blanket



6 thoughts on “Cat/snow

  1. I’m not much into poetry, but that was truly beautiful. I must store that poem in my notes, so I can read it again.

    Our cat is a strictly indoor cat — we live on the 9th floor , so that’s self-explanatory 😀

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