I think I just wanted to play around with colors so I played around with colors.

This chick definitely goes to pride parades where she lurks near people until they look over and go, “Ahh! Creepy!” and run away.

Time for another round-up of my recent Haiku! (Here is an explanation of why I’ve been writing and posting haiku.)

A startle of wet

briskly awakens my skin.

I am thinking flesh.

The willow droops black

against a lavender sky,

a still precipice.

Dripping, drooping, weak.

The skin and the rain: both grey.

An unrestful sleep.

In early dimness,

a quiet, unmoving sky

chills, waiting for dusk.

Waiting in the cold,

trying not to let my mind

rush when all is calm.

Returning, the cold

breaks against the bedroom glass.

Wild-eyed, the cats watch.

Afternoon, evening,

merge as the sky stops dancing,

parting from the clock.

Meep is a character I drew for a role-playing game I was sketching out called Cats and Dogs Living Together.

Strangers rarely glimpse Meep, a shy, four-pound, six-month-old kitten with a fluffy mass of white fur, enormous blue eyes, and a perpetually perplexed expression. Though quick to startle and flee from anything new or surprising, once Meep has a chance to get comfortable, he’s boisterous and bold. When he’s not sure what to do, he compensates for youthful naivete by copying older animals.