Open Criticism. This poem is an imitation of a poem by Elizabeth Bishop called "To a Tree."

To a Cat

Cat, you are as sunset's shedding.
You ask little of which I give:
To curl your body into yarn
And nap wonderfully into the evening! Simply stated.

I portray an ownership which you respect,
And you understand the boundaries I have set.
You gracefully consider my sheer dominance
And listen to dusty tomes from which I read.



Here is Elizabeth Bishop's poem.

Oh, tree outside my window, we are kin,
For you ask nothing of a friend but this:
To lean against the window and peer in
And watch me move about! Sufficient bliss

For me, who stand behind its framework stout,
Full of my tiny tragedies and grotesque grieves,
To lean against the window and peer out,
Admiring infinites'mal leaves.

-Elizabeth Bishop, 1927
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