The small girl child dreamt
Of flight through ink-stained starry
Nights and perfumed hills
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The hard plastic chair creaked under his weight–who would find him?
Daily Haiku: Grump
The birds are too loud
Excitable voices sound
Like simpering fools
Daily Haiku: Sleaze
Food turned to ash in
The mouths of the innocent
As the old man spoke
Daily Haiku: Waiting
The seconds ticked off
Though time felt still, her body
was electric then
Daily Haiku: Snare
Caught in a trap laid
By rough, lined hands, caked in dirt
It’s the last I see
Daily Haiku: Restless
Don’t know what’s happened
Am feeling lost in the crowd
No one hears my scream
