a ceramic owl
stares blankly across the room
with nothing to say
it’s clearly the case
with a painted on face
what poetic disgrace
a haiku doesn’t simply mean
the words all falling in between
are perfect
falling
leaves
a ceramic owl
stares blankly across the room
with nothing to say
it’s clearly the case
with a painted on face
what poetic disgrace
a haiku doesn’t simply mean
the words all falling in between
are perfect
falling
leaves
