Friday, September 26, 2014

Sunbeam

In four days haiku, the gorgeous and precocious kitty, turns a lovely 11.  He is napping upon a sunbeam.  I am thinking of soup because cooking makes a poem happen.  And cooking, as walking, is a celebration.  Is a poem.
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  1. Susan E. GangelOctober 5, 2014 at 12:33 PM

    Haiku for Haiku

    There is no other smile but
    hers when you jump up--
    no different than sunshine

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