Tuesday Haikusday – Bread

Meditating in the garden, writing my poetry.

Meditating in the garden, writing my poetry.

This week’s topic was chosen by Da Tabbies O’ Trout Towne. They’ve requested that I wax poetic on “bread.” I don’t eat bread, so I’ll do my best. Eh hem, I give you: Haikus about bread.


She punches you down

But then you rise up again.



I rest my small head

In your springy, warm softness.

Butter in my fur.


Crumbs, toast, sandwiches, French.

You are truly versatile.

I believe in you.

4 thoughts on “Tuesday Haikusday – Bread

  1. ham samich on sum rye
    add mor ham food service mom
    stingee butt ladee

    noe dont add pick ulls
    we iz catz N cant eat em
    iz ewe spazzed ore what

    heer..ewe eat kibble
    knot that dish de other one
    dont like it due ewe

Stumps up? Stumps down? What are your thoughts?