“February” by Margaret Atwood Essay

Poet describes the activities of February and further narrates the tussle surrounded by his cat and a tomcat. Paraphrase Winter is a time to eat pork and watch hockey. The dreary 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 a represent or dead. mend taking his breath that smells like burped-up meat and decaying tightlipped sofas and buzzing like washboard, he inhabits on my chest.In the meanwhile, another tomcat who is not so hardy is seen squirting at the entrance and declaring war. It is all a matter of gender or land that get issue ultimately ruin us sooner or later. Masters of these tomcats should cut the male sex variety meat of these cats. If we human beings are too wise, we should do the corresponding or like sharks, should eat our children but its warmth that kills human. Tomcat repeatedly shouts and famine shrinks lying on the bed and attacking quilt.Temperature decreases to minus 30 and bu llet train vents out of chimney to provide warmth. February is a month of dejection (with a skewered heart in the centre. ) I deem of terrible thoughts, desire for potato chips with mottle vinegar. Cat, these thoughts are enough for your purring and for your tiny bumhole. Get out of my face. You are essentially life phenomenon, so you live on a little hope. Throw onward death. Commemorate boost. Craft spring out of it (February)