Why I wake early
Street lamp barely illumines
Black cats on the floor
Dark shadows slink underfoot
Waiting for cans to open
This is fun! Who needs an alarm clock when we have a kitty. Our dogs are chatty, too.
I feel a little bad about this poem because none of our cats, and especially not the black ones, ever wakes us for food! Love, yes. More snuggles, absolutely. But never food. Still–the syllables worked!
Just the title – Cat tanka – makes me smile. I definitely owe you a cat post – or at the very least a cat picture.
Yes please to cat posts, cat photos, maybe a cat social media site…. Whatever I can persuade you to do!
Your cat reminds me of Sporkle, the cat I had way back in the days when I was young and before I developed allergies. He used to wake me up with gifts: a cricket, or mouse or once, even a lizard. I still miss him.
Sporkle is a wonderful name for a cat! This is Smudge, dear to my heart as he was the first of the feral kittens who became tame and so he showed his siblings the way! I am also glad that my crew mostly bring gifts of toys, though occasionally they do catch a real live mouse in the house.
I am glad that the cats get poems for your National Poem Writing Month project. I am so impressed that you are writing a poem every single day. Maybe next month I will have to tackle that April challenge too. 😀 I don’t know the tanka format. I do know the hazards of invisible-in-the-darkness black kitties. When ours was a tiny kitten, she would curl up in a tiny ball somewhere and no one could see her. If she did not have a couple of splashes of white, I would never have found her.
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