haiku practice

Sometimes I play at loose haiku, the way others do sudoku. I find the necessity for precision fun even though I usually fail at it. Here are some flailings….

on finding a bird’s feathers on the sidewalk:

at my feet feathers

spill across broken sidewalk

is it a crime if no one sees it

OR

I’d dust for prints

but a cat’s small smile tells all

OR

feathers spill across sidewalk

dove grey black tipped

a meow hangs in the air

Houston’s mild winters bring so many birds.

At the sight of hundreds on the electric lines:

 

sullen overcast skies

are broken by a hundred dark wings beating

against a grey wool twilight

OR

they dip and dive against

grey wool skies and settle on the

lines….winter’s begun

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