Nature,Fun&Philosophy(Haiku Collection)pt 1
Low snarling rumble Lightning shredding night’s darkness, a storm marches past. spinning and treading winter tires proved their cost, thank god for black ice. Tight polka-dot dress I had caught the ladybug, its quite contagious. Under summer sun Eyes close in meditation, Cat ponders the world. Dark canvass adorned Burning suns shall guide me forth, Pictures of the past. Snake who ate the mouse Caught by the hawk shot by man, So what is justice?
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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...
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