Late Night Haiku XLI

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 5:58 AM

CXV. Silence prowls around
Bushes below my window.
Claws scratch quietly.

CXVII. Oh, cruel time! Tick, tock.
Time erodes when it could build —
A hole, but not whole.

CXVIII. Old friend, so much time
Has passed through the rugged chasm.
Ever widening.


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