Birds hunt for breakfast.
Light brown sticks don't look tasty;
Walkingsticks live on!
-- Perry Minamide
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Collected haiku about the mundane objects and incidents of our lives. To be vanity-published in early January 2009.
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- My Kitty Baby
- Leaf: brown, curled edges
- Oranges are giant
- Too poor to buy food
- Five-syllable line
- Writing Haiku hurts
- Hair coats the floor
- Rude awakening
- Incessant dripping
- Thanks for the e-mail
- Birds hunt for breakfast
- The best book ever
- Haikus are too hard
- Noticeable change
- Trimmed and manicured
- What to wear today?
- Dan flew home last night
- Toilet bowl is scrubbed
- Sitting here in church
- Hidden in his cave
- Let's work together
- Crumbs and odd morsels
- Black, red, big, tiny
- This is my first try
- Postman leaves the mail
- These guests shop a lot.
- We hear scratching sound
- Automated voice
- A shiny new year
- Starbucks is only
- I smell bad popcorn
- Why I like short hair
- Always speak softly
- Frustrated sometimes
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- Bruce Rhodewalt
- La Quinta, California, United States
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