cat haikus
The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point,
Contains no tuna.
So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle’s closer.
There’s no dignity
In being sick – which is why
I don’t tell you where.
Seeking solitude,
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.
Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation,
One star; service, none.
Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow’s taken.

















