She stalks silently
tiger at the break of dawn
whisper in the grass
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Tiger At the Break of Dawn
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I can see her. Nice one, Oglach
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🙂 Thanks, Derrick.
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Another winner Oglach.
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Many thanks, Alan.
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Reblogged this on seachranaidhe1.
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Thank you.
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Nice. Just a big pussycat.😉
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Meow. I think an adult tiger weighs 500-700 lbs. But they can swim across a river like it’s nothing. The muscular power to do that is amazing and frightening.
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I’ve seen footage of them playing with footballs, just like kittens. They are gorgeous, majestic creatures though, aren’t they? 🙂
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Absolutely.
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So evocative of unseen movements. I wonder what her prey was? I’m sure she caught her meal.
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Yes, it would be a totally different haiku from the perspective of the prey. 😉 Thanks for reading, Katherine.
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Stealth and dangerous,
he smiles; my dress comes undone-
the Irish James Bond.
Ah, some animals possess that raw power. Your haiku is magnetic and thrilling. Forgive my absence, my dear friend. xo
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Oh my word. All is forgiven and then some.
It’s not the same without you—come back so I can get some writing done.
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I’ve missed you and all the silliness. There are things in my life, outside of blogging, that needed repairing. My marriage had frayed at the edges, and it literally came down to continue writing or try to mend what was broken. My energy is spent. I’m trying to yet find my balance. Thank you for your words.
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I’m sorry to hear that, and I understand completely. There is a time and a place for everything and writing is one of those things you just can’t do on demand. I know that when you return to writing, you’ll be stronger than ever, because you’ve got “it”.
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Brilliant!
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Thank you, Sarah.
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That someone has not snatched you up and published you is a mystery! (C’mon lottery numbers!)
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No mystery, I’m as lazy as a big cat. Thanks, KC
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But twice as savvy….
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