A Quiet Night In

With the aftermath of rain

dribbling outside, down gutters

and off the edges of leaves,

inside is hushed 

in golden lamplight.

My cat's neat black paw 

stretches across the top blanket, 

holding our safety in place.

#awakeaugust day 4

The Passage of Time

She used to be the cleverest,

when we were students together.

Meeting her now in age, I weep

to see her lost, vacant gaze.

#Awake August day 3 

Nightly Ritual

At bedtime her black fur

against the room's darkness

gives her a sinister shape

as she sits awhile upright, 

ears cocked, Guardian Cat,

before deciding it's safe

for both of us to sleep,

and curling close.

Written for #Awake August

Nearly

After six and a half months with me,

my shy and wary cat almost licks my finger. 

I scratch gently behind her ear. This time 

she turns her head, sniffs my knuckle, 

pokes out the tip of her tiny tongue ...

then pauses, draws back, and pretends sleep.

Written for #Awake August 2016 

Circle Dancers

they dance and sway
in colourful dresses –
flowers in the breeze

Three haiku

I stop sneezing

the same day the sun returns –

has winter gone?

******

my black cat 

called Moon Goddess

lies in bright sun

******

bare trees

after the windstorm

empty sky


Linked to The Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'

Winter Sun haiku /senryu

winter sun

my cat stretches

one long paw

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winter sun

frangipani leaves

through the blind

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winter sun

thinking of a walk

I fall asleep

Wet weather haiku

rainy weekend

my cat curls all day

on the couch

streets awash –

between downpours

faint bird-song

Written for Project 366, where I am a guest this month.

This Photo

This photo shows, only to me, 

my wind chimes' mellow notes; 

kids whistling, calling each other; 

the flurry of a sudden bird;

the damp smell of the rain.