đž This collection is Part of the Exploration Series đž Haiku by Tyson the Cat Tadpole StudiesWiggles in the pond.They never grow up fast enough.I supervise well. Trailmaster TysonI choose where we go.Person disagrees. Too bad.I am in the lead. Stream PatrolLittle muddy streamâtries to touch me. Almost wins.I leap. It sulks. Brushy DecisionsThis way…
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Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on Beware of Kittens by Heinrich Heine
Hello again, furriends. Today weâre analyzing a poem that is short. Sharp. Deceptively cute. Itâs basically a poem version of me as a kitten. “Beware of Kittens” by Heinrich Heine contains only three wordsâor so you might think. A Look at “Beware of Kittens” By Heinrich Heine Beware of kittens. Thatâs it. Thatâs the whole thing. No…
Studio Mewsings: Chatting with Smarty Picatso
Hi, furriends! Today Iâm talking with a cat whose name alone is a masterpiece: Smarty Picatso. She lives in a studio full of paints, clay, and more artistic temptation than most of us could resist. Between stealing clay stamps, adding âcustomâ paw prints to pottery, and perfecting the tail-curl-with-side-eye pose, Smartyâs got the art life…
Tiny Paws Poetry: The Rainy Walk Collection
đžÂ This collection is part of the Elemental Purrspective series đž Haiku by Tyson the Cat Betrayal from AboveYou said it was clear.But the sky had other thoughtsâdrip drip on my tail. Emergency PauseOne paw. Then retreat.Water where water should not be.We are going home. The Look I Gave YouYou laughed at my glare.Raindrops clung to…
Full Moon Meditation: The Flower Moon
Greetings, human. It is I, Tysonâyour whiskered companion in full bloom. Tonight, we gather beneath the Flower Moon, the full moon of May. This moon takes its name from the explosion of blossoms that fill the world with color and fragrance. It is a moon of joy, fullness, and feline-approved lounging in patches of warm…
Tiny Paws Poetry: The Ghost Tabby Collection
đž This collection is part of the Mystical Paws series đž Haiku by Tyson the Cat In the Right LightSunlight on my furâghost of stripes begins to stir.Now you see, now gone. Young and BoldKitten stripes so clear.Time has made them quiet nowâbut they still whisper. Shadow TrickBlack, until moonlightpaints my legs with tiger dreams.I am…