autumn I grow tired of the lacklustre camaraderie of humans
Tag: tanka
winter has already won and the cat knows it
the autumn cat stretches the sky from dusk to night
in my will is a desire to be a cat in my next birth
halfway through the human thought cycle
acres and acres of burnt grass to feed this flesh
neither the words nor means to celebrate your return autumn haze
must be somewhere here the cold hands I’ve misplaced
onwards until this flesh disintegrates
i reckon we’d never know the number of hands it took to raise the moon into the night sky