Nov 29, 2004
Late Night Haiku
By | Posted at 19:19:45
I
Hear fountain babble,
Time for sleep has grown past due.
Winter dooms crickets.
II
PowerBook hums softly,
The keyboard clicks under fingers.
Look! Ideas form now.
III
My foot numb, asleep.
Pins and needles arise inside.
Sleeping birds care not.
I have had it up to here with those uncaring birds!
I mean really, someone needs to talk to them.
Yeah, I know what you mean. Maybe you could talk to them for me?
Chris talks to tired birds.
Wrens listen closely to scolding.
Birds' beaks peck head hard.
Maybe not…