My deaf cat ...

My deaf cat

doesn’t hear the storm.

If she feels the energy

she gives no sign.

She calls me insistently

as she does every night

to come stroke and scratch

behind her ears and under her chin,

then settles on her white rug

and relaxes into sleep.

In heavy rain ...

in heavy rain
a tiny green tree frog
gives huge voice –
his joy my comfort
its deep steady throb

Wet Spring Haiku

sodden ground

greening as new weeds

split the mulch

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rain-soaked Spring –

perhaps this Summer

no bushfires?