Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Haiku-a-day -- Jack the Cat

out of the darkness
white whiskers, raspy miaow --
my friend, Jack the Cat.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2014

Jack and I go way back. He lives a couple of blocks away from us, in one of the little houses that encircle Selby Park. We met about 15 years ago, when we first moved to the neighborhood and I started walking a route that takes me past his house. He is the friendliest cat ever. He runs to greet me. He rubs on my legs and purrs and arches his back -- rubs and purrs, rubs and purrs. He has a funny little miaow that he squeaks in greeting and in pleasure. He is all black with a white chin and white whiskers -- a goatee and mustache. He's getting old, and I hadn't seen him for months. Then, today, like a gift from the universe, in the dark of my early morning walk, I spotted a thin black shadow crossing the street from Selby Park toward his house. Thin, no big tail, no stripes, no waddling..."Jackie?" I called. The shadow's head came up and, "Miaow!" It was him.

1 comment:

  1. I love the back story behind this haiku. Amazing that this old guy still has enough spunk to be out prowling around on what I imagine was probably a chilly winter-ish morning, instead of curled up on some warm bed. I am surprised, too, that he is so friendly!