Apparently today is “National Napping Day.” I believe I just produced some lovely haiku about napping, and yet I am compelled to produce more to celebrate this most sacred of days.
The mood struck me to write about my fur. Sometimes, I let it grow. Sometimes, I barber it off. Hair is fluid. Hair is poetic. Eh hem…
Today, Dear Readers, I would like to wax poetic on the rather fickle nature of the recent weather. Eh hem…
Snow. Wind. Sun. Rain. Dry.
Don’t know how to dress myself.
So I remain. Nude.
Gentle, then raging.
Were I like this weather is
on meds I would be.
Will it snow? or Shine?
Who knows what tomorrow holds?
Naps. Certainly naps.
How’s the weather treating all of you this week?
Tell me what haiku you’d like to hear next time.