Commander Data's poetry
(from
Schisms)
...
Then we sat on the sand for some time and observed
How the oceans that covered the world were perturbed.
By the tides from the orbiting moon overhead -
How relaxing the sound of the waves as you said.
I began to expound upon tidal effects,
When you asked me to stop, looking somewhat perplexed.
So I did not explain why the sunset turns red,
And we watched the occurence in silence instead.
"Ode to Spot"
Felis catis, is your taxinomic nomenclature
An endothermic quadriped, carnivorous by nature?
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
[Riker awakens and applauds]
{Commander, you have anticipated my denouement. However, the
sentiment is appreciated. I will continue.}
O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.