Who Chooses the Music (Day 481)

My cat is a tiger lily, 

wild and bright.

Vivaldi is his kryptonite.

To get him into bed at night,

I turn on The Four Seasons.

My dog is innocent 

as a daisy.

Bach settles her 

when she feels crazy. 

Sheep safely grazing 

make her lazy.

She finds sonatas pleasing. 

Sweet music soothes

the savage beast,

so I’ve collelcted quite a feast

of Beethoven, Hydn, and Liszt,

for pets who need appeasing. 

Who needs another reason?

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Cat Haiku (Day 369)

Beloved bittersweet

Enchantingly velutinous 

This bewhiskered bundle

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Note to worrywarts (like me): Charley played Muse today. He is perfectly fine! 

The Dog & I (Day 224)

You see, the dog 

        & I took 

                a walk 

        this evening 

Our neighborhood 

        came out 

                to greet 

       her—all of her 

favorite friends 

& she just 

        smiled & smiled

                with that 

        particularly canine 

breed of joy

At that moment

        a thought fluttered 

                 down & alit 

        on my shoulder: 

This 

is feeling 

like Everything is 

going to 

be 

all right 

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Photo: Lucky, by H. Six

But, Still (Day 204)

Their souls cry: Of course,         we are

You may never see that              far

Or dance among cascading       stars

But, still, you should 

                         know better

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Photo: skeeze, via Pixabay