Squirrel, crouched in rain
arcs its gray tail overhead;
bushy umbrella.
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7 comments:
My thought, ma'am...
funny how hands talk
behind computer and screen
all pixels, no sound
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comments coyote?
I like... I think your form is cleaner than mine.
distant hands move, fill
vast spaces between us with
imagination...
Lovely
:)
I miss those mischevious little guys in grey. :) Dubai has big lumbering smelly tan colored wildlife - and they do not like to play...
Out in the desert
squirrels have big clompy hooves
and smell like camels...
Another dosage
of my favorite daily
coyote haiku...
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