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| Molly was a cat at Shantivanam
(Sanskrit for Forest of Peace), a
Catholic retreat center in Easton, Kansas. They ran a contest of sorts for
people to write haiku about cats. Having had cats nearly all my
life, I know something about their character.
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A Litter of Haiku For Molly A supple circle, Eyes closed, pointed tail twitching, Meditative rest.
Ears poised straight ahead, Slinking quick on silent paws, Crouching low, the pounce!
A domestic cat, An oxymoron perhaps; For whom has who trained?
Tan angora hairs, Black angora cardigan; Yes, I have a cat.
Sniffing nose, whiskers Acutely aware, too late. Nine lives minus one.
A retreat on high, The warm fridge oversees all; Her aerie, her throne.
How calls one a cat? Not by name, bell, or whistle; Just can opener. Golden rays of sun, A lap with a petting hand; Cat heaven on earth.Frolicking, frisky, Brazen romps with her toy mouse,Nipping on cat nip.
Sharp teeth bared, hisses, Slow, low growls from high arched backs.The stranger runs off. Prone I rest with her Kneading her needle-like claws. My back is her bed.Licked by sandpaper, Head butts rammed against my cheek; Feline shows of love.Aloof, noble airs, Fastidiously preening. Pride, thy name is cat!February 24, 1999
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