WOODLAND CREATURES

I appreciate the the soft brown eyes of a doe peering over the fence in the morning while I make coffee. I never grow weary of the bright lights that fill the trees in the morning sun––the red cardinals, yellow finches, and blue indigos.

Not quite as elegant––or expected––was the giant sow who waddled out of the woods before breakfast one morning. Ten little ones followed her, shooting out of the underbrush one by one. Home delivered bacon, the stuff poetry is made of.

PORCINE HAIKU

Ten pink baby pigs

Little sawhorses running

Front back front back front

Not into haiku? Then watch piglets run at:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--LeOoohGrM&feature=related

Trying to remember what you learned about haiku in seventh grade?

http://www.toyomasu.com/haiku/