moonlit eyes

Frank hosts haibun Monday (moon day) at dVerse poets’ pub.

Cats hunt by the light of the moon, on the prowl for frightened mice, lost birds, or warm baby bunnies. They slink sleekly; wait with tail twitching…then pounce without an ounce of apology. Cats are soft fur & purr, sharp fang & claw. They yowl and croon at the midnight hour. Mating is a loud caterwauling affair…must lust happen just below an open window?

mysterious moon

catwalks across night sky

gleams in black cat’s eye

(Liz Whizkers)

urbane

 

hey man, whatsup?
’tis the season to glow

hustlers glitter under streetlight
like shards of broken window
neon sign blinks cheap hotel

alley cats’ eyes flicker between
garbage dumpsters in row
yowling fight over dead fish

it’s Christmas eve, yeah
sell me some snow!

 

 


Linking with dVerse poets where Lillian hosts a “glowing” quadrille…

unboxing day

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why shove live people into boxes?

for ease of handling:

tape flaps shut
apply (libel) labels
stack, shelve, and ship

boxes help us to:

stratify society
control communication
justify judgementalism

but humans are fluid (57-60% water)

leaking out of boxes, eluding labels with:

nuances of personality
unique life history
flow of opinions and
distilled philosophy

(even cats, who adore boxes, should not be forced inside
but rather choose which box to curl up in and when to exit)

considering final insult we sustain as body is finally laid in a box,

let us celebrate un-boxing holiday
let people out of cramped boxes
we’ve assembled and stuffed them in

in fact, let’s get rid of the boxes altogether!

 

 


Linking to dVerse metaphor/figure of speech prompt.