Haibun: Some Wild Thing
Some wild thing roves outside my door. It always comes at twilight. It moves stealthily among the shadows, zigzagging, never in a straight line. It is so swift—like a meteor’s flash or the whirling rings of Saturn—that I barely catch a glimpse of it. But I know it’s there—a constant presence as night comes on. Does it mean to harm me or to help me? I’m not sure, so in order to sleep I check the door locks and chains once more.
The Book of Bad Luck—
why do I keep reading it?
I know how it ends.
Posted on March 7, 2021, in 5-7-5, haibun, haiku, Poets & Storytellers United, The Whirligig and tagged always, chain, constant, flash, moves, order, rings, roves, straight, swift, thing, wild. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.