Haiku Makes ¢

Raining down on the fronds

Whoever thought paradise

Could be so rainy

The sun shining down

Almost as if smiling upon

Warming hearts of man

In misty nature

There are red leaves falling down

Gathering by my side

If haiku is art

Why is it not displayed where

All can enjoy it

The white air in front

Reminds me how much the Winter

Changes many things

Summer days bring back

The memories of the fun

That used to be had

The small tadpole swam.

It kept on swimming until

It became the frog

The great heron swoops

Diving to apprehend the

small fleeing creature

Eagles soar swiftly

And regally, knowing they

Are the top dog bird

Swiftly swimming trout

Dinner to so many tepees

Smoking on a spit

The suitably slow

Sluggish sloth swings surely from

One branch to the next

The platypus is

What some call nature’s mistake

It is not valued

Burrowing, buried

The owl makes its home deep down

To protect himself

The alligator

Lurks in the depth of all swamps

Waiting to kill prey

The killer bee that

Buzzes in your ear is not

Actually there

Six Word Narratives

Crying, he put the shovel away.

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Coming home to a foreign place.

















Leap of faith, falling way down.

Watching the win from the sidelines.

Next to her, but miles apart.




















She was hurt to many times.

Fleeing, the man screamed, "It's raining!"















Altogether they ran to escape captivity.














Giving your everything, and receiving nothing.




















The fire couldn't warm his heart.

Nothing stopped except time itself.