Thousand gnarly branches
Grasping in all directions
This November morn.
Dog and his shadow
Stand sharp in the morning light
Against each other.
Laura and her dogs
Walking on the long dirt road;
I keep going straight.
Bright latticed shadows
Lie upon the the quiet house
Not making a sound.
Flowing into woods
Long blanketed shadowed path
Rolled out by the sun.
My pen is broken;
I cannot write my haiku;
Must I remember?
Cave in the tree trunk
For animals or fairies?
We will never know
Square terrier barks
Shaking, jumping up and down.
Some dogs will do that.
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