“February” by Margaret Atwood Essay

Poet describes the activities of February and further narrates the hassle between his swan and a tomcat. cite Winter is a time to tucker out pork and watch hockey. The black cat with yellow eyes leaps over on my bed each morning and reaches to my head. In this way, he notifies me whether I am awake(p) or dead. While taking his touch that smells the like burped-up meat and decaying stuffy sofas and go like washboard, he inhabits on my chest.In the meanwhile, another tomcat who is not so sturdy is seen squirting at the influence and declaring war. It is all a matter of grammatical gender or land that will finally ruin us sooner or later. Masters of these tomcats should cut the male land up organs of these cats. If we human beings are alike wise, we should do the same or like sharks, should eat our children but its affection that kills human. turkey cock repeatedly shouts and famine shrinks lying on the bed and attacking quilt.Temperature decreases to minus 30 and smoke ven ts out of chimney to leave behind warmth. February is a month of dejection (with a skewered heart in the centre. ) I obtain of terrible thoughts, desire for potato chips with speckled vinegar. Cat, these thoughts are enough for your purring and for your tiny bumhole. charm out of my face. You are essentially look phenomenon, so you live on a little hope. Throw away death. denounce boost. Craft spring out of it (February)