After a full life I would be most ungrateful now to pronounce college dead, but let us stick with hollow. Like the mysterious Cosmic Laws, she keeps well-hidden her claws until some urgent necessity. A dog is thoroughly yang, with his boisterous bark and his fang. Ignoring the subtler laws and concealing none of his flaws, he pursues life and cats with avidity. A dog is always searching, but a cat is content with perching.
Activity ends in tranquillity.
Depth of azure sky recedes to far galaxies behind daylit moon. A leaf waves gently in a breath from summer's lungs, then hangs green and still. When my cat lies down, it is with utmost gravity. No circular trampling first like a clumsy canine, no great sigh like a human being on a couch. My cat lies down slowly, naturally, smoothly, participating with controlled abandon in a dignified gravitational event.