Greetings, human. It is I, Tyson—your sleek, strawberry-sweetened guide to tranquility. Tonight, we greet the Strawberry Moon, the full moon of June. Named by the Algonquin and other Native American tribes for the short season of ripe strawberries, this moon reminds us to savor life’s small, juicy joys before they slip away. Find a quiet…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on The Cat by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Greetings once again, furriends. Today we’re diving into a poem that doesn’t meow—it prowls. Quiet. Cool. Smooth as a tail flick and twice as sharp. I’m talking about “The Cat” by Lawrence Ferlinghetti—a poem that knows cats not as cute companions, but as quiet observers, agile acrobats, and masters of their own mystery. Let’s paw…
Tiny Paws Poetry: The Backyard Woods Collection
🐾 This collection is Part of the Exploration Series 🐾 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 stream—tries to touch me. Almost wins.I leap. It sulks. Brushy DecisionsThis way…
Paws for Poetry: Reflecting on Beware of Kittens by Heinrich Heine
Hello again, furriends. Today we’re analyzing a poem that is short. Sharp. Deceptively cute. It’s basically a poem version of me as a kitten. “Beware of Kittens” by Heinrich Heine contains only three words—or so you might think. A Look at “Beware of Kittens” By Heinrich Heine Beware of kittens. That’s it. That’s the whole thing. No…
Studio Mewsings: Chatting with Smarty Picatso
Hi, furriends! Today I’m 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 “custom” paw prints to pottery, and perfecting the tail-curl-with-side-eye pose, Smarty’s got the art life…
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…