Friday, June 17, 2011

Present sense impressions in the form of haiku

Little tabby cat,
Won't you leave the snakes alone?
They eat up the slugs!


Gray-and-ebon geese,
Honking like bicycle horns,
Leave a pungent mess.


pale green sprouting peas
creeping through the fragrant soil
delicate and frail


Fifty-five degrees.
At home it's one hundred ten.
But I shouldn't gloat.

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