Friday, April 11, 2014

Because I Don't Write Poetry

Halloween Haiku

Dry leaves skittering
Play strange and eerie music
On October roads.

Eating the Moon

The moon looks like somebody licked it
Not bit, not nibbled or chewed.
Just a lick
One sweet taste,
A sigh of delight
Then back to the sky
For more later.

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