Quin

We called her “Quin” –
short for harlequin;
tortoise-shell calico,
black and orange.
She did peculiar things for a cat – like stare at the barn wall.
And for what reason?
No lizard darted between the planks.
Not a bird in sight to make her a feast
Nor even an insect, that we could see, at least.
Her stare, a knowing stare only she knew what it meant.
A sultry, solemn stare that proclaimed she knew more than anyone dreamt.
She turned her head slowly,
displaying that knowing look.
I’ve often wondered what she saw when she stared at that wall.
Or did she just sit and stare and see nothing at all?

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(Haiku 1)

Droplets fall from leaves
        drenched in soaking springtime rain.
Rootlets drink their fill.

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(Haiku 2)

Loves me, loves me not!
        Daisy petals will decide;
nodding on the hill.