We know you are here
no matter how soft you walk
small cat.
I wrote this haiku when I was reading a lot of Jack Kerouac’s haiku and subscribing to his poetic license
and also when I had a cat.
My cat Bear had to be put down yesterday and although it may seem trivial, to have a cat in the city is to share a piece of hope and wildness and wonder and love just within a tiny apartment just a few floors up in any building on any block within whatever neighborhood in this town.
He was mine. He was that little piece of hope I needed 7 years ago when this city first broke me, and he carried me through so many of those moments that would come.
It was Bear and me against the world. He made things seem ok when they weren’t. He was the only constant I’ve had here in the city where nothing ever stays the same.
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This haiku is for you Bear, in so many words and with so many thoughts. #bearwithme
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