Haiku 14/6/17

Deep water shimmers

Reflecting endless blue above

The land sighs. Content.

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“Here, here, I am here

This is mine, my patch of tree land.”

Birdsong is quite weird.

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Shadows creep. Cool, dark,

Puddles of absent light lengthen out,

And Earth exhales. Soft.

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“fear the swans,” she said.

“they do not know pain,” then off

To seek more danger.

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