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:
spill across broken sidewalk
is it a crime if no one sees it
I’d dust for prints
but a cat’s small smile tells all
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
they dip and dive against
grey wool skies and settle on the