Night
Static coming from the radio
even though it isn't on,
toaster-oven mysteriously singing too;
murmurs, cat cries,
everything still as a pin.
rc
Why Am I So Scared?
by Carol Goss & Ruth Campbell
I hear there is an atom bomb,
and I remember VietNam.
This world is sure hell.
I'd hate to see them make a fire
where I dwell.
The Statue of Liberty is trembling now.
She's almost falling in the sea.
She's smoking her last cigarette,
and I'm afraid for thee and me.
cg/rc
Haiku
If the sparrow
doesn't hop around,
he'll never get
any birdseed.
rc
Static coming from the radio
even though it isn't on,
toaster-oven mysteriously singing too;
murmurs, cat cries,
everything still as a pin.
rc
Why Am I So Scared?
by Carol Goss & Ruth Campbell
I hear there is an atom bomb,
and I remember VietNam.
This world is sure hell.
I'd hate to see them make a fire
where I dwell.
The Statue of Liberty is trembling now.
She's almost falling in the sea.
She's smoking her last cigarette,
and I'm afraid for thee and me.
cg/rc
Haiku
If the sparrow
doesn't hop around,
he'll never get
any birdseed.
rc
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