moving day
a kitten sways
from her mother’s mouth
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Frank Hooven
Frank Hooven lives in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, and the surrounding streets, roads, river towns, farms and skies are a constant source of peace and inspiration. He has been writing haiku for several years now, and considers himself lucky to have found this form.
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…and the baby kittens do swing, the skin on the back of their necks is loose and flexible.
This takes me back. The pub cat, Marmalade, would take very young kittens, one by one, by the back of the neck and leap from a low fence to a particular roof partly covered by ivy.
True to life and very nicely done, Frank. It deserves to be somewhere with Marlene Mountain’s ‘counting the kittens’ haiku.
Beautiful!
Appreciated this from experience.
survival . . .
the instilled obedience
of ‘lesser’ beings
Nicely done – words/image
A sweet ku, Frank!
marion
…and the baby kittens do swing, the skin on the back of their necks is loose and flexible.
This takes me back. The pub cat, Marmalade, would take very young kittens, one by one, by the back of the neck and leap from a low fence to a particular roof partly covered by ivy.
True to life and very nicely done, Frank. It deserves to be somewhere with Marlene Mountain’s ‘counting the kittens’ haiku.