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I've found the following Haiku's * all over the internet including the following: 
"In 1997 or so (I'm hazy on the exact month, but I think it was in the late spring), a group of bored Microsoft employees who were also cat lovers started responding to some comments about cats by writing haiku. We wrote them, one after the other, and posted them on our "bulletin board" (in a public folder in our e-mail system). Someone gathered them together & forwarded them out to the Internet, where they were quickly disseminated.  It's unfortunate that the authors' names were removed - I can claim credit for some ("Cup Hockey" and "Want to smell my butt" are mine, sadly enough - and both based on true events), but others were written by creative types from all areas at Microsoft.  -- Steve Matlock"
True?  Who knows?  The poems in blue are ones I rewrote.
*  Haiku is an unrhymed, syllabic form of poetry adapted from the Japanese, usually in the form of three lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables.

You never feed me.
Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.
That will sure show you.

You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail!
Behold, elevator butt.

Grace personified.
I leap into the window.

I meant to do that. 

Blur of motion, then, silence.  Me, a paper bag. What is so funny?

The mighty hunter returns with gifts of plump birds -- your foot just squashed one.

You're always typing.
I sit on your keyboard.  Try
to ignore me now.
I stick my head
into this small cardboard box.
You cannot see me.  Ha!

Terrible battle.
I fought for hours. Come see!
What's a 'term paper'?

I want to be close
to you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?

I scream, let me go outside.
Oh, no, you did.  Quick, let me back inside!

Humans are so strange.
Mine lies still in bed, then screams.
My claws are not that sharp.

The Big Ones snore now,
Every room is dark and cold.
Time for "Cup Hockey"

We're almost equals
I purr to show I love you
Want to smell my butt?

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