Hello, furriends, my fellow feather-chasers and daydream dignitaries. Today’s poem is short, sharp, and startlingly accurate. Emily Dickinson may never have stalked a robin herself, but she clearly observed someone who had. In “She Sights a Bird,” she captures the art of the hunt—the thrill, the precision, the heartbreak—with feline fidelity. Let’s take a look at…
Archives for April 2025
Tiny Paws Poetry: The Rainbow Bridge Collection
🐾 This collection is part of the Beyond the Bridge series 🐾 Haiku by Tyson the Cat Where the Light WaitsThe sun lingers here,but over the gentle arch—old friends wait in light. Mirabelle Still SpeaksA whisker twitches.I feel her voice in my fur.Mirabelle still speaks. Paws in the FogSometimes in my dreams,paws I’ve never touched curl…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on Black Cat by Rainer Maria Rilke
Hello, furriends, my fellow moon-gazers and shadow-seekers. Today’s poem doesn’t just describe a cat—it becomes one. It slips through language the way we slip under doors, silent and sudden and gone before you can prove we were ever there. If you’ve ever wondered what it means to be felt but not fully seen, Rilke knew. Let’s look…
Tiny Paws Poetry: The Pink Moon Collection
🐾 This collection is part of the Window Watchers series 🐾 Haiku by Tyson the Cat Moonlit ConfidenceMoonlight on my fur—the petals do not questionif they’re growing right. Unanswered GazeShe climbs through the trees,a pale watcher in the dark.I do not blink back. Lessons from the SkyNothing in the skyrushes. The stars simply shine.I learn from…
Full Moon Meditation: The Pink Moon
Greetings, human. It is I, Tyson, your ever-watchful, whiskered guide to serenity. Tonight, we turn our paws and hearts toward the Pink Moon, the full moon of April. Despite its name, the moon won’t be blushing pink. Instead, it’s named after the wild phlox that begins to bloom this time of year—soft petals, gentle color,…
Tiny Paws Poetry: The Glencairn Collection
🐾 This collection is part of the Exploration series 🐾 Haiku by Tyson the Cat Azalea PathPetals on my paws.The air smells like quiet bloom.Humans pause to stare. Fountain WatchWater leaps and falls—not a single drop for me.Still, I supervise. Loaf Beneath the BenchCool stone, shady spot.Birdsong twirls like cotton fluff.I nap. They admire. Properly…
A Gentle Paws: Poetry for Chris Arsenault and His Cats
Hello, furriends. Normally, when I share poetry, it’s part of a thoughtful analysis or one of my signature haiku collections. But today, I want to do something different. A few days ago, we lost a true hero—Chris Arsenault, founder of Happy Cat Sanctuary. Chris gave his life trying to save the cats he loved, and…
Poetry, Paws, and Page-Turners: A Celebration of April’s Finest Things
April is a busy month for a poetry-loving feline like me. There’s poetry in the air, haikus on the breeze, and stories curled up in cozy corners just waiting to be read. This month, we’re celebrating National Poetry Month, International Haiku Poetry Day, and National Library Week—which is basically a three-layer nap of everything I…