Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: animals

4.17.21 dream haiku

I growl and snarl
until all the sheep
are back in their pens.

8.4.18 dream haiku

Things are less
black and white when we learn
to speak orca.

10.23.16 dream haiku

All the pipes burst
when salmon swim upstairs
to the baby’s room.

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