Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic
Walking on the wooden floor –
His claws need trimming
Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic
Walking on the wooden floor –
His claws need trimming
When breaking the fast
As the sun heads to the west –
The sweet taste of dates
I like to play chess
And I’m fond of haikus too –
See what I did there?
Sounds of a warzone
Blended with laughter –
They are fortunate
Two flies encircle
The dead rat on the shed roof
A gift from my cat
Motions of bowing
Kneeling and heads prostrated –
Sunlight through stained glass
Not much of a choice
Rhetoric and promises
Soon to be broken
The weekend’s no more
People reminiscing theirs
Office kitchen chat
Summer fades away
Cooler is the morning air –
The smell of coffee
Above us – the stars
Talking of our dreams and hopes
Majestic stingray