Sunday, November 2, 2008

the cockrel's cry
cuts through the morning's frost -
warm eggs amongst the straw
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Area 17 said...

I really like the fact you have brought both sound and sensations into the haiku.

I absolutely adore that last line in particular.

November 3, 2008 at 7:32 AM

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