A manx tom
approached me in a dream,
and mewed.
He came slow
with his tail cut short,
like this.
Brushing me
on both my bare legs,
he purred.
That is how
I conceived the manx
haiku.
Now my cat
sends me yowling poems
nightly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The cougar is my totem spirit, Manx Haiku is he yours O-Ho Osceola.