Haiku

The soles in my shoes

Are ripped so I go barefoot

Across the wet floors.

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Eyeshine

The eyeshine of cats

Blinking demonically,

left the clowder alone to get ready for

lunar dance.

The iris lights in the night

Sent out signals to their sleek friends

To preen themselves.

They dance to our moon simply named moon and blink their cat’s eyes.