My Haiku: WHITE CHEST
In moon’s silver glow,
white chest bouncing in the dark,
whiskers catch whispers.
Ki no moto ni / Under the trees, Matsuo Basho
ki no moto ni / shiru mo namasu mo / sakura kana
under the trees / soup, fish salad, and everywhere / cherry blossoms
My Haiku: Three Birds (I)
Three birds and a bench.
Two humans stroll by, lovers;
are they watching us?
