Cats scratch at the door
keep us from sleeping all night
I retaliate.
This gray wet morning
I find the dog ate their food
I apologize.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Two Haikus
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...the shipyard, the warehouse / with fences to shut in everything secret / and solemn the night watch / and grievous the bell / and tiresome the whistles and the works / and lonely the ghosts who step lightly / remembering the stacks of treasure in those hidden rooms...
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- All words found here are my own, unless otherwise noted, and reflect only me, unless they don't............ The title picture was taken in early June, 2005 during our trip to Scotland. It's the harbor outside of Portree, Isle of Skye.
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