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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.


 

Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher 

 

Six Shorts


midafternoon snack
of juicy watermelon
ripe and red and sweet
 
 
stepping back quickly—
a rattler ready to strike
warns me just in time
 
 
a change in her luck
after the sunflowers bloom—
retreating cancer
 
 
adjusting the light
while using the cutting board
for chopping veggies
 
 
Something in the room,
perhaps dust in the closet,
seems to call my name.
 
 
geranium pots
arrayed on a stepladder—
summer afternoon

 
 
Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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