The Dissection In the park I spotted the birds together, plotting: A raven, a crow, and a swallow. The raven was all like, “Once upon a midnight dreary…” The swallow was all like, “Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves…” The crow was all like, “Crow went on laughing….” In revenge I sought…

Morning Haiku – 26

Ten colourful cans: Tinned, tamed, then shied off the shelves Of Summer hot stores.