Hello again, furriends, my fellow seekers of feline wisdom, poetic fogbanks, and soft-footed truths. Today’s poem is short, quiet, and perfectly cat-shaped. It doesn’t demand your attention – it simply appears, settles in beside you, and waits for you to notice. In other words: it behaves exactly like me. Some days. Let’s take a look…
Paws for Poetry
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on The Tyger by William Blake
Hello, furriends! Today, I’ve got a real treat for your whiskers and your whisker-adjacent brains: a poem that’s as mysterious and majestic as a particularly well-lit sunbeam. Now, don’t let the spelling throw you off—“tyger” is just a fancy, old-timey way of saying “tiger,” and if you ask me, tigers are basically cats that took “go…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on The Cat and the Moon by W.B. Yeats
Hello, furriends. Tyson here—your whiskered wanderer and humble student of poetry. Today, I’m padding quietly into the dreamier side of the poetic world, following the soft shimmer of the full moon. We’ll be exploring The Cat and the Moon by W.B. Yeats—a poem that captures the quiet magic linking cats and the night sky. Settle…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on Creation According to the Cat by Lera Auerbach
Hello, dear furriends. Tyson here, slipping through the half-open door between thought and wonder. Today, I’m curling up with a prose poem called “Creation According to the Cat” by Lera Auerbach — and it feels, quite honestly, like reading a piece of my own heart. Before I share my reflections, here is the full poem…