Dawn is a grey cat.
Watch: even the frost-limned leaves
Barely make a stir.
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Dawn is a grey cat.
Watch: even the frost-limned leaves
Barely make a stir.
Christine Hanolsy 
I could see a lazy cat sleeping as I read the three lines. Love it.
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I cannot get beyond the stunning imagery of dawn as a grey cat! And “frost-limned leaves” just sends shivers over me. You have such a beautiful way with words.
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I imagine the cat flicking its tail, the way they do when they stalk. I don’t know if that’s what you intended because I don’t poem well, but I loved this haiku.
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This brings a bit of beauty to a less-than-beautiful month.
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limned. I had to look it up. Three times. I am still not sure exactly what it means, but it’s not often that I come across a word that is not just obscure but obsolete. I. Love. It. It sounds like “limb” but not. It sounds like “lined” but not. I see what you did. I can’t tell you the technicalities that make this poem work, I just like it.
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I wish I “knew how to poetry” better so I could leave a more constructive comment, but I like this poem. The imagery is both crisp and soft, and all-in-all quiet. Lovely.
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