Poetry is not in my skill set ------ I am a failed English major after all ------ but the other day, as Tiger was engaged in biting the hand that feeds him, JT composed the following haiku-esque poem.....
He scratches and bites
and yet
we still pet him
and yet
we still pet him
5 comments:
Very nice. Someday you'll have to explain how you became a "failed" English major.
Captures the essense of Tiger.
Tiger looks like he'd be good at Set.
I took J.T.'s lead and wrote a haiku about my own cats:
Emmett and Alvin
Eat as much as seven cats
Only Alvin's fat
Gorgeous cat!
I have given you the "blogaholics award" over on my blog :-)
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