April is a busy month for a poetry-loving feline like me. There’s poetry in the air, haikus on the breeze, and stories curled up in cozy corners just waiting to be read. This month, we’re celebrating National Poetry Month, International Haiku Poetry Day, and National Library Week—which is basically a three-layer nap of everything I adore: words, wonder, and a warm reading spot.
National Poetry Month
A whole month for wordplay? Yes, please.
As someone who deals daily in drama, mystery, and the occasional betrayal by a traitorous tail, I can confirm—poetry is the ideal format for expressing big feelings in small packages. It’s like a nap: short, restorative, and often involving a lot of stretching in the sun.
I’ve been composing haikus for some time now, and I can say with confidence that few things rival the satisfaction of crafting three perfect lines. Except maybe knocking something off a shelf. But I digress.
International Haiku Poetry Day (April 17)
Haikus are small but mighty. Much like me.
To honor this very important date on the poetic calendar, I offer the following haikus, freshly pawed by Tyson the Cat:
Curled in quiet thought—
a poem forms while I dream
of birds and justice.
Library silence.
Each book smells like adventure.
I nap in the stacks.
My tail flicks once. Twice.
This is how I show you I
appreciate verse.
National Library Week
A safe haven for curious cats.
Libraries are full of quiet corners, sunlit sills, and humans who appreciate a soft “meow” of literary critique. I myself am partial to poetry anthologies, mythology collections, and anything that crackles when you turn the page.
During Library Week, I encourage all cats (and their humans) to visit their local library. You never know what stories you’ll sniff out—or what characters might remind you of someone in your own life. Personally, I’m still convinced I’m descended from Egyptian temple guardians and that “The Cat Who Walks Through Walls” was inspired by a long-lost relative.
Final Thoughts from My Poetic Paws
So, fellow readers, poets, and nap enthusiasts: this April, celebrate poetry in whatever form speaks to you—whether it’s a tightly crafted haiku, a long luxurious novel, or a poem scrawled in your heart after watching a moth you couldn’t quite catch.
Words matter. Libraries matter. Cats—especially poetic ones—definitely matter.
Purrs and perfectly shelved stanzas,
Tyson 🐾
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