Feral Cat

[Brownlie]

I had a girl that told me she was a cat,
that she only looked like a woman
because she was a goddess
named Bast.

And concrete reality would have got me nowhere in that situation.

She's the one that gave me the cat.

She found him at a garbage landfill.

He was wild.
But I loved him.

I still do.

Concrete reality allows no solace there.

Sorry to digress from the haiku I'll comment on that in a second She's the one that gave me the cat.

She found him at a garbage landfill.

That detail about where she found the cat was incredibly cool...

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Matted, muddy tufts
Eyes piercing glass
I set my door ajar

This is only my fourth haiku. I'd love to know what you think, good or bad.

I feel eyes piercing glass is vague... Sticking with descriptions of the cat may work better than describing actions of the narrator. I don't know anything about haiku though...