🐾 This collection is part of the Exploration series 🐾
Haiku by Tyson the Cat
Trail Scented with Time
Leaf mold, whisper wind—
old stone holds its breath for me.
Mice left messages.
Building Watch
Brick bones, open doors.
The air hums with past and paws.
I sniff its secrets.
Streamside Pause
Just beyond the trail,
water thinks it can sneak past.
I hear everything.
No Crowds, No Problem
No one else was there.
Perfect. All the space was mine.
And so were the smells.
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