A DECAYED LEAF OF AN HOSTA PLANT

I saw this morning in the garden. Several of course but this one I photographed first and so it is the blip.
Sunday morning, very quiet, hear the church bells soft in the mist, the birds singing. A Siamese cat comes sitting in the sun and miauls, I stroke her and she leaves again. The sun warm on the balcony where we have lunch. Time stands almost still.

My haiku:

Let the time take over
She knows how to handle joy and pain
Alike the sun meets the moon

And the proverb:

As lazy as the dog that leaned against a wall to bark.