Paw prints in the snow. Against this perfect silence Nature takes a step. The water ripples. A feline face reflected. The fish swim deeper. The spring flowers open. A tail amongst the branches Scatters the petals. In the longest grass Yellow eyes blink patiently, Waiting for a bird. The rhythmic purring. The warmth upon your crossed legs. The stillness of joy. A game with no name. The stillness before a pounce. A hunt with no prey. Other names for Zen, See our purpose disguised, Perfect in our way. Yours in seventeen syllables. Ink.
Reason for writing:
Found an old copy of Cat Hiaku on the book shelf. Decided to have a go....
Birth sign: Scorpio
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