My attempt at a tanka – a Japanese poetic form consisting of 5-7-5-7-7 onji or syllables.

The sweetest little kitty dreams of sweet dream…

A poem. About a…

A poem about a Saltaire cat.

Poem.

In the area of ​​Kill Devil Hills, four miles south of Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, USA, this plane, flying four times on December 17, 1903.

There is something about a cat sleeping in the sun that elicits such serenity, relieving your stress and making your worries disappear. A dozing kitty, lounging luxuriously in a patch of sunlight, makes me smile. Featuring Maru from Japan.

The cutest sound you’ll ever hear.

What a beast I am not, or maybe as it was said of Spike Spiegel, a beast who has lost his fangs but that didn’t stop my hero from dropping a lot of bodies. Lion NOT Me… you know what happens to heroes but being a pussy “cat” I’m not safe either.

Men beware!