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Tiny Paws Poetry: The Rainy Walk Collection

🐾 This collection is part of the Elemental Purrspective series 🐾 Haiku by Tyson the Cat Betrayal from AboveYou said it was clear.But the sky had other thoughts—drip 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, Tyson—your 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

🐾 This collection is part of the Mystical Paws series 🐾 Haiku by Tyson the Cat In the Right LightSunlight on my fur—ghost of stripes begins to stir.Now you see, now gone. Young and BoldKitten stripes so clear.Time has made them quiet now—but they still whisper. Shadow TrickBlack, until moonlightpaints my legs with tiger dreams.I am…

Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on She Sights a Bird by Emily Dickinson

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…

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…