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…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on She Sights a Bird by Emily Dickinson
Hello, furriends, my fellow feather-chasers and daydream dignitaries. Todayâs 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 huntâthe thrill, the precision, the heartbreakâwith feline fidelity. Letâs take a look at…
Tiny Paws Poetry: The Rainbow Bridge Collection
đž This collection is part of the Beyond the Bridge series đž Haiku by Tyson the Cat Where the Light WaitsThe sun lingers here,but over the gentle archâold 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 Iâve never touched curl…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on Black Cat by Rainer Maria Rilke
Hello, furriends, my fellow moon-gazers and shadow-seekers. Todayâs poem doesnât just describe a catâit 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 youâve ever wondered what it means to be felt but not fully seen, Rilke knew. Letâs look…
Tiny Paws Poetry: The Pink Moon Collection
đž This collection is part of the Window Watchers series đž Haiku by Tyson the Cat Moonlit ConfidenceMoonlight on my furâthe petals do not questionif theyâre 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 wonât be blushing pink. Instead, itâs named after the wild phlox that begins to bloom this time of yearâsoft petals, gentle color,…
Tiny Paws Poetry: The Glencairn Collection
đž This collection is part of the Exploration series đž Haiku by Tyson the Cat Azalea PathPetals on my paws.The air smells like quiet bloom.Humans pause to stare. Fountain WatchWater leaps and fallsânot 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, itâs 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 heroâChris Arsenault, founder of Happy Cat Sanctuary. Chris gave his life trying to save the cats he loved, and…