Sunday, November 12, 2006

Simplicity haiku

This Simplicity:
A cat with nine little lives
is in her springtime

Cherry blossoms bloomed
and she fought and defended.
Now she is sleeping.

Claws stretch tense and curl.
Her black fur rises and falls
like the shortened days

The wounded shoulder
a mark of home at last.
Now she is sleeping.

2 comments:

jason evans said...

Very pretty, with sadness overhanging.

bekbek said...

There is a sadness. I never wanted a pet, and one of the reasons is knowing that sometime I'll have to say goodbye to her.

Especially if she doesn't agree to become a sailing cat. If she doesn't like the sailboat, she gets the shovel. She's been warned.