🐾 This collection is part of the Exploration series 🐾
Haiku by Tyson the Cat
Azalea Path
Petals on my paws.
The air smells like quiet bloom.
Humans pause to stare.
Fountain Watch
Water leaps and falls—
not a single drop for me.
Still, I supervise.
Loaf Beneath the Bench
Cool stone, shady spot.
Birdsong twirls like cotton fluff.
I nap. They admire.
Properly Admired
“Look at the black cat!”
Yes, thank you. I do look good.
Now carry on. Bow.
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