Animal Metaphors, Analogies and Similes
Ex-pats returned to home impelled there like animals migrating to preview their racial graveyards.
We are closer to ants than to butterflies because very few people can endure much leisure.
Attacked like a police alsatian drunk on slaughterhouse blood.
Sunburnt red and sore like a baboon’s bottom.
The designers ideas buzzed like bees without a hive.
Aggrieved like a bulldog which has just been kicked in the ribs and had its dinner sneaked by the cat.
The butterfly of happiness even comes to call.
( We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have. )
Fluttered like a butterfly caught in a shutter.
Stuck in the corner, he resembles a clever dog that knows he's going to be thrashed.
An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile hoping it will eat him last.
You cannot make a man by standing a sheep on its hind-legs. But by positioning a flock of sheep, you can make a crowd of men.
All the enthusiasm of a man about to handle a dead snake.
In the fog the car headlights swarmed in pairs like deep sea fish.
The air-conditioning purred like a doctored cat that never went out.
Lonesome like a dog on distant moon barking back to Earth.
Snarled and growled like a dog with two heads.
The queue reduced like a dying amoeba as the semi-circular mob oozed through the turnstile.
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar,and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.
Your effrontery exhibits more neck than a giraffe.
As sharp as a ferret in a rat's hole.
Unnecessary like trying to give a fish a bath.
The wicked thought slid into Claude's head like a fox bellying under a farm fence
His brain would rattle about inside a gnat's navel.
He was a white shade of pale like a goldfish that had been kept too long in a darkened room. Come to think of it his memory span was shorter than the three seconds a goldfish can remember.
As lost as a lump of butter in a greyhound's throat.
She winced as though struck across the chops with a halibut.
He looked akin to a hairless dog trying to shake itself dry.
Happiness is a butterfly which, when pursued is always beyond our grasp, but which, if you sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
You are the hare of whom the proverb goes, Whose valour plucks dead lions by the beard.
If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we would die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
Stick like a tick to a hound dog's ear.
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