Haiku – Page 5

2 Furball Haikus

a furball, small meow
rolling in kitty litter
sleeping mid meow

the smallest furball
looking towards the sunlight
I found my best friend

rain is now a dream
the speaker plays a rain tune
imagined feeling

whipping winter winds
watching the washing dancing
weary from working

a falling sunbeam
across the computer screen
cappuccino time

the esteemed image
coat hanger runway models
skin is the new cool

the reality
a vision in a spud sack
thongs flip-pity flap

swimming in the sea
a wrinkly breast on a board
become brine chicken

illuminated
lost in a watery space
a lil Nudibranch

amongst the marrows
Deep-fried zucchini flowers
waiting to be stuffed

longing for Winter
living in the matrix of
Summer and the heat

moving towards you
riding soporific waves
guided by the moon