As the lights turn on He falls into his shadows The Shadows cast by him Hands outstretched pleading for help.
He cracked his shell The surprised mother yelped Out came a tiny beak followed by a bundle of feathers The first of the three, she preened him with ecstasy
This is something that popped up in my head at random and I thought I should post it here!
When you have no clue what to do with yourself....
We knew we would win, What could be the worst fear then? Fear itself... This is another haiku of mine!
A poem from my Archive!