My post about writing haiku has become one of my most visited sites, so now I am considering doing more with the genre myself. Today I decided to take an old poem and recast it as a haiku. Here is original poem followed by the haiku:
The air is damp from Spring rain
As the cat crouches low
And moves parallel to the ground
Like anxious and hesitant quicksilver.
Eyes are fixed upon a squirrel
Who ambles about
In the yard
Like a self-contained wisp of grey smoke.
Quicksilver is focused and intent,
Grey Smoke is unconsciously playful.
With no apparent knowledge of danger
Grey Smoke spirals up a telephone pole,
Across a wire and into a tree.
There will be no bloodshed today.
* * *
Cloudy skies in Spring
Hover while cat stalks squirrel.
Freedom found in trees.