Daybreak. Graceful doe and buck emerge dark-eyed, silent, from the tree line. The doe follows the buck’s lead, crossing a four lane highway to safe ground. The crows return, caw-caw-cawing. A lone runner pauses, stretches, runs on.
Wide eyed moon fading
speckled woodland poplars mute,
I too feel wordless
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As The Crow Flys – Haibun
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