Silver Sickle
I will go up the tree, I will, and not fall off the top at all— to pick the whitest silk ribbon that you have left to rest. Like I am shooting for the moon— the night it's new, a silver sickle on a carpet blue, with starry sprinkles. The ribbon would have sparkled too. I will gather magic dust to scatter in your reddest hair for you my rose, my love, I will go up the tree.
Master Cat
My cat always stares at me, as if it were my king. I am supposed to understand the purrs that always demand. Am I to fetch a prey for it, or serve it a rat three times a day, and chase all the dogs to kingdoms far away? It thinks my hair is a toy. My curls are ropes to climb to rescue a kitty in distress. It looks for her throughout my strands. Sometimes it naps right on my hand. How it can latch on to my limb! It thinks it is an herbal cat with vines, and I'm its tree. The ways my cat rules me are beyond any mastery. What comparison can be made between the two poems?
A. Both poems are about rescuing someone in a big trouble.
B. The main character in each poem has an active imagination.
C. Each poem is narrated by its main character who is a male.
D. The main character in each poem shows love for nature.