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Jul 2016
I
Panic flits swiftly
as the cat's stealthy claw strikes;
a sparrow lies dead.

II
Shards of rain shatter
the oppressive summer sky.
As the rainclouds burst.

III
This is my death time.
I regret my life's errors
but it is too late.

A time for living
and a time for dying too;
how pointless it seems.
Just playing about with haiku form.
The Wicca Man
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The Wicca Man  65/M/UK
(65/M/UK)   
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