Literature
My Attempts At Haiku
Starlit bird, fly high.
The moon, beyond,
Go into the Night.
Black squirrel, chitter,
Scamper across
The red maple branch.
Unseen eyes, they glare,
The walls have hands
That grasp, claw, and tear.
I see the moon, bright,
Stars are her path.
She smiles; I smile back.
Barking dog, must you
Annoy me so
I will beat you, stop.
-My Dad, Camping 2016
I love to bark, lots,
I greet people,
Dad does not like it.
-My dog, Camping 2016
No need for toothpaste,
I brought good cheese,
So what I forgot?
-My parents' friend Camping 2016
Little pup, quiet,
Play in the grass,
Quieter than mine.
-My parents' friend's dog, Camping 2016