Nine Lives Haiku

Nine Lives Haiku Cat wakes in dawn air , Morning dew on every hair. Birds singing in pair. Eyes made of glass, Watch the seasons turn and pass, Behind tips of grass.  Whiskers are twitching And seem slightly bewitching. They leave skin itching. After a washing, His tail can be seen swishing as he sits fishing. He hears every sound: roaring butterflies’ wings pound and rumble the ground. A tiny pink nose , Stops to smell every red rose Before they can close. His paws leave no trace. An attribute of his race is to step with grace. He slips through shadows To the moon’s silver meadow, Each star a window.  Free of kids and wives,  Defying gods with nine lives, Cat naps while man strives! -Tiffany Ragsdale 2009