No, no, not this tap—
ants busy winter hoarding
yesterday's tidbits.
Who, knee over the knee,
in my porch on rainy morn,
reads the newspaper?
Step lightly beneath
this cherry tree—feasting time,
seven nightingales!
Keep those gates closed please...
don’t you see?--
ants troop dancing on its top!
Rainclouds gallop high
fast we run laughing, panting...
who will reach home first?
On my palms the kitten
purred, snuggling—pulse
upon beating pulse
we purred.
Slumped the mahout sleeps
astride the tired elephant—
festivities done…
Some of these pieces i feel may be haikus...
Wish you like them...