Storks fly,

Ravens caw.

White coats

Rush back and forth.

What's all this fuss

About life and death?

Great Dane Zen

Cushion seated,

Body centered,

Follow breathing,

Mind relaxed.

Woof, woof, woof, woof,

Woof, woof,woof.

Very challenging, 

This Great Dane Zen!

Cryptic Knowledge

One finger shows the way,

Despite the room,

No emergency is at hand.

I Looked Up

I went for a walk, with a Wild Fox,

Trying to sort out the hens and the ducks.

Then I sat very still, wind whispering,

Intent?

Then I looked up.

No hens, no ducks, no whispers,

No up.

Just this.

with thanks to the Wild Foxes

Open My Eyes

A clean conscience helps me

Sleep soundly.

No, wait!

It's Ambien

Sorry...

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The ice that covers the pond 

On which we skate 

Is very thin indeed.

On the Limitations of Man

Originally posted in the comments section of Dosho Mike Post's most excellent blog, Wild Fox Zen, this little poem is, in my view, the sort of thing a cat would write should it ever deign to take up the art of the written word.

They do alright with four fingers and a thumb,

They can groom their faces quite well 

But even a Holy Man can't clean 

His tail with his tongue.