Caught high in a tree
Victim of very fickle wind,
A simple kite is strand’d
Stranded
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Two heads and four eyes
Are two heads
Better than only one
If you are a tiny squirrel?
Haiku about haiku
Some of my haikus
have, so I have been told,
wrong numbers of syllables
Drawn on a hill
White horse on a green hill
A sign of human life
Visible from afar
White horse on a hillside near Westbury seen from a train window
Bad weather
In London the rain lightly falls
And the leaden grey sky appals
Upon leaves it drips
Running to their tips:
This very foul weather truly galls
Weeping willows
A wild wind blows,
Weeping willows sway:
Maybe spring is in the offing
The fabric of life
Weaving life’s tapestry,
Warp and weft:
A world of experienc-es
Camel
The camel pulls
A quite enormous load,
Perhaps uncomplainingly
Black and white
Black and white
Is a type of Scottish whiskey
But it is not always
Club life
Fans whirling,
Snooker table under wraps:
An ageing colonial club
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