Red in Tooth and Claw Haiku

in the summer grass
the cat finds a wounded bird
and begins to play

9 Replies to “Red in Tooth and Claw Haiku”

    1. Thanks, Jonathan. I’m fond of the juxtaposition of what’s usually a quiet, meditative form and the violent content.

  1. Nature doing what nature does. Our dogs got a juvenile blue jay last month. Think we rescued it in time but not sure. The parents were going ballistic. Nicely done.

  2. The use of the form and the quiet, lovely, and playful imagery in relation to the action of this poem totally creeped me out. It is wonderfully gruesome. And yet, like Jonathan said, the cat is just being true to it’s nature. Very cool read!

    1. Brian, I always had trouble posting comments on your blog! But I wanted you to know how much I enjoyed the narrative poem about the weaver, watching NYPD blue and living simply in a space just big enough for a bed and a duffel bag. You somehow managed to walk the line between suggestion and overstatement — I especially liked the line about the shuttlecock.

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