Tabby cat leaping, little tiger with her prey. She chomps doomed fly, pleased. Night skies’ diamonds play peek-a-boo with the clouds, gossamer twinkles. Whom I love, I trust. If trust has fled, is there hate? Or has love died too? Read one more, Nana. Little head nestled so close. This is happiness. Glass-packs rumble loud, … More Haiku