The society of literary Sunday cats presents Haikus for your pleasure

Can you do better?  You are invited to try in the comments.

(Don’t miss the haikus already in the comments.) 

 

First Source:

You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail! Behold,
elevator butt.

Blur of motion, then-
Silence, me, a paper bag
What is so funny?

I want to be close
To you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?

Oh no! Big One
has been trapped by newspaper.
Cat to the rescue!

Another Source:

feet under covers
are my mortal enemies
your toes are my foes

I love to eat grass
though it makes me sick each time
like you and vodka

you shower each day
yet your tongue works perfectly
I just don’t get you

13 thoughts on “The society of literary Sunday cats presents Haikus for your pleasure

  1. I iz not a literary kitty. My haff bruthr wuz my dad. My peeple luvz poemz and fancy writin kittehs. I helps them tepy–er make typoz. They compozes these nice wurdz for me >.<

    O Oscar… you came
    And you showed me your tummy
    Where is your mummy?
    (My auntee Synaesthetik thinx Barry Manilowz singin is funnee. She makes lotsa Oskr Weenr songz with him.We singz 2gethr.)

    My mummee Xenr sez:
    February winds
    Rattle shaky foundations…
    I has Blanket Cat.

  2. Oscar My Weiner’s introductions aren’t meant to be read as part of the verse. He’s a warm&cuddly kitty, not a fancy kitty, you know :-)

    February winds
    Rattle shaky foundations…
    I has Blanket Cat.

  3. Thank you all for these dear examples.
    I just discovered a site with seven steps to writing a haiku. I’d hate for these to deter anyone from giving us a cat haiku, so let’s exempt them as a class. Still, if you wanted to try to follow all of them, you might find it an interesting experience.

  4. I have spent far too much time today composing cat haikus instead of grading papers. Here are my contributions so far ( I went for 5-7-5):
    Up at 6am.
    Perfect time to wake up mom
    She’ll thank me later.

    I want breakfast now!
    Human, wake up and feed me.
    Or I’ll eat your toes.

    Showering again?
    You’re either brave or stupid
    To get in the tub

    Weaned a bit early
    I am certain that your chin
    Will supply me milk

    You debase yourself
    Waving that silly feather
    I will not be moved.

  5. It’s 7 a.m.
    Did you forget to feed me?
    Won’t happen again.

    You look so peaceful
    sleeping. The glass of water
    looks so pushable.

    Thanks for the new box!
    I love it. Don’t care for that
    bed that came in it.

Comments are closed.