Sidewalk Notes

when the whistling wind
blows soft and fierce and hasty
crisp leaves tumble by


The Moonlit Sky

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Tara stared out the window, her chin resting lightly on her fist as she swiveled her head. “It’s a haiku moon tonight,” she mused.

Gregory looked up from his phone, startled when she spoke aloud. “What’d you say?”

“A haiku moon,” she repeated. “Have a look.” She leaned back slightly so that he could see when he leaned forward. “Full moon, with gentle, wispy clouds surrounding it. The twisty branches of that dead tree framing it just so. It’s like if a haiku were a picture.” She smiled at him, waiting for a response.

“That’s one of the dumbest things I ever heard, Tara,” Gregory frowned at her, rolling his eyes before lifting his phone back into his field of vision. “It’s the same moon as every night, jeez.”

Tara shrugged off his response. She had learned a long time ago that it took an act of God for Gregory to be the slightest bit mindful or appreciative. She kicked her right foot in a slow rhythm while the left foot lay tucked underneath, and watched the moon crawl across the sky, her breathing slow and even.

Many thanks to tnkerr for the inspiration.


Strange

finger in a box
fairies more naughty than nice
playing dirty tricks


Night Hunters

echoes in the night
whispers in the waving trees
a scream, then silence


Chicken


here is a chicken
black, white, and red all over
pecking here and there


The Toy Killer

stalking soft quiet
silly little butt wiggle
pouncy pouncy pounce