such a sweet blessing
in the toil of daily life
a granddaughter's smile
~~::~~
tiny black hopper
seeks safety in my garden
juvenile toadling
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the taste of a bug
sharp and acrid on my tongue
sweet to orb weaver
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JzB
The first two were sweet. The third was was humorously awful--or awfully humorous!
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It's plain to see that you and Orb Weaver have completely different tastes!
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My trombone playing does nothing for her.
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I can't help but think of a toadling as somehow related to hobbits!
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Really loving the "toadling" -- acknowledgement of both its current smallness and its potential size -- has a sweet sound to my mind's ear :D
ReplyDeleteAnd the last haiku has an Issa feel to it -- It has both a sense of humor and a slight personification that isn't too overwhelming -- I like it a lot!
I love the first one. I am still smiling :)
ReplyDeleteVaried! :)- And they all made me smile.
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