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Yay Words! 
precarious
puddle of red fox fur —
sleeping vixen
so many dreams
beneath your paws . . .
teach me, old friend,
how you never grow tired
of the chase
That’s awesome Kathy!
this morning
without current news
or gifts of dead game
I am honored
with your dreams wrapped
around my cold feet
fenced vine-
the fox moon
with a halo
Winter Greens
green salad. tearing bits. slicing, dicing, cutting celery. lettuce. red cabbage. watercress. baby kale. walnuts. I’m thinking a treat. delight. fun. as I open a can of tuna. her head perks up. pop. from a sound luxury nap. what’s this? the sound of tuna. and the cat wants into my winter party.
late winter
with my spring salad mix
the tuna cat appears
ears at the window
a deer finds a meal
in the front yard
To be restless.
Damp fur
silent in snow.
Reblogged this on A Walk In Haiku and commented:
red fox moon …
the slow run of a rabbit
down his burrow
sleeping
yet still listening
to wind whispers
dreaming…
when did the leaves
turn red
purring in his sleep —
oh, to have the dreams
of a cat
pronounced dead
at 10 p.m. . . .
how can I complain
when he has outlived
the nine lives of a cat
twilight…
sleeping cats
lie