haiku eleven

When I write a haiku, I start by sensing the world around me. In this case, today, I was noticing how damp the air was. It almost felt like I was at the beach. Except I couldn’t hear waves. Just lots and lots of birdsong, which if you think about it, sounds as cool and rhythmic as waves. Then I noticed the dog sitting next to me, listening and watching, perhaps writing her own haiku

just beyond the screen
the air coos, chirps and flutters
while the dog takes notes

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