If you follow a cat – felis catus – you are not going to go anywhere. They don't go anywhere like the stories make it seem. They are the second most lazy creatures in the world – first being jellyfish – so that was why it came as a surprise when Steve – a name which I (after coming up with the name )had argued against in the first place – looked up, stared at me, and screeched. I stared at him and wondered if I should get my mom. He never stared; he always had his eyes closed.
Up to that point my life was so normal. I had no reason to think that it would change. So that was why it was an even bigger surprise when my door slammed open a
This is a haiku.
Most are about outdoor things.
Like a waterfall.
An orange leaf falls,
The ending of warm seasons.
Small leaves falling cold.
Snow covers the ground.
In evidence of winter.
All creatures sleep now.
Flowers beyond count.
A lone bird in the branches.
Joined by wing'd hundreds.
Young and old resting
In days when the air has warmth.
The summer season
The lone candle stood so still,
Yet flickered on the windowsill.
In the dark, the moth still roamed,
Captivated by its glow.
Left alone it soon went out,
The moth thought, of a sleeping bout.
Sitting there, all in the dark,
Not a glimmer it could draw.
Its love, the moth soon saw,
Was lost; not a twinkle, not a spark.
Fire out, wick gone sour,
Dead, in the middle of the darkest hour.