Late Night Haiku XXIII

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 5:19 AM

LXIV. Shadows dance across walls,
A soft, playful twirl, gentle — gentle,
Oh, unreal yet real!

LXV. A cricket sings softly,
What tales does he sing aloud
Amidst the evening?

LXVI. In the cave's soft light,
What fantastic things can be,
That show not above?

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