The Feline Supper - Canvas Print
$26.92
Ai poem about this cat art:
In fur-clad robes of sable grace, they dine beneath the painted sky,
A whiskered tableau, full of face, where tails their own tales imply.
Upon the table, fish and feast, with morsels scattered far and wide,
Their solemn gestures not in the least, betray the mischief they hide.
A gathering of furred apostles, in conventicle arrayed,
Gaze with eyes like luminous fossils; a purr-fect scene is thus portrayed.
With ears attuned to silent hymns, they contemplate the meals accord,
In Leonardos light, so whims become a canvas, times reward.
Each paw, a brush with secret lore, each stripe, a shade of days gone by,
A master’s touch, forevermore, beneath the Tuscan sun and sky.
So let us praise this silent supper, where tabby saints and goblins sup,
For in this art, were all aflutter, as paws and paints so deftly cup.
In fur-clad robes of sable grace, they dine beneath the painted sky,
A whiskered tableau, full of face, where tails their own tales imply.
Upon the table, fish and feast, with morsels scattered far and wide,
Their solemn gestures not in the least, betray the mischief they hide.
A gathering of furred apostles, in conventicle arrayed,
Gaze with eyes like luminous fossils; a purr-fect scene is thus portrayed.
With ears attuned to silent hymns, they contemplate the meals accord,
In Leonardos light, so whims become a canvas, times reward.
Each paw, a brush with secret lore, each stripe, a shade of days gone by,
A master’s touch, forevermore, beneath the Tuscan sun and sky.
So let us praise this silent supper, where tabby saints and goblins sup,
For in this art, were all aflutter, as paws and paints so deftly cup.