Haibun for a Cat Called Haiku


An eagle near the house tears its kill down to the bone. Death sounds like truth,
but words matter less than a safe distance, keeping the road between us. Hungry
to witness this wild feast, I would be an eagle now, rabbit later.

two people, two dogs
all four asleep at sunrise
small black cat awake

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