Sorta Kinda Tanka

Bleary and dull,

moving through life half asleep.

And yet, there are cats

and the sound of rain on a roof

and the smell of fresh apples.

A Couple Versions

Cat head disappears
into a ball of fur --
apples bake, birds tweet.

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Cat head disappears
into a ball of fur --
winds blow browning leaves.

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Winds blow browning leaves--
cat's head disappears
into a ball of fur.

A Couple Versions

Cat head disappears
into a ball of fur --
apples bake, birds tweet.

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Cat head disappears
into a ball of fur --
winds blow browning leaves.

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Winds blow browning leaves--
cat's head disappears
into a ball of fur.

Smell of fresh apples...

Smell of fresh apples, 
revive me in this sea of
refrigeration!

Did Fall Come This Year?

Did I miss Fall? The
smell of apples aside,
it’s all rainy cold.