Posted: under Alison's Haiku, Daily Haiku. Tags: children, insectsNovember 8th, 2009
by Alison
she doesn’t yet know
the fluttering silver moths
are nothing special
. . .unless they chew a hole in a good funeral/wedding suit.
Comment by D. Gale — November 8, 2009 @ 1:15 pm
Thanks for the laugh, D. Gale : )
Comment by Alison — November 8, 2009 @ 5:01 pm
Alison,
Everything is magical to children. Someday, though, she will shoo them away…
Bonnie
Comment by Bonnie — November 9, 2009 @ 5:49 am
I like this haiku. And that’s what’s great about kids…they can show you things you’ve forgotten about.
Comment by Kelly — November 10, 2009 @ 7:46 am
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. . .unless they chew a hole in a good funeral/wedding suit.
Comment by D. Gale — November 8, 2009 @ 1:15 pm
Thanks for the laugh, D. Gale : )
Comment by Alison — November 8, 2009 @ 5:01 pm
Alison,
Everything is magical to children. Someday, though, she will shoo them away…
Bonnie
Comment by Bonnie — November 9, 2009 @ 5:49 am
I like this haiku. And that’s what’s great about kids…they can show you things you’ve forgotten about.
Comment by Kelly — November 10, 2009 @ 7:46 am