Little fan rattles
But diverts neither heat nor
Listless thoughts and fears.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
a haiku for my old cat
When life (or a cat) gives you sloppy hairballs, make a haiku?
Yesterday, I found it cathartic--after I steamed another spot on the carpet--to compose the following:
Grizzled grand-tabby,
With his unsubtle fragrance,
Sours soft August's breath.
Yesterday, I found it cathartic--after I steamed another spot on the carpet--to compose the following:
Grizzled grand-tabby,
With his unsubtle fragrance,
Sours soft August's breath.
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