Awake or dreaming ,
The summery night burned her-
Gone was he.
Eyes met and they waved-
The rain thrashed,
Yet they stayed.
I run as the sky turns gray,
A croak and a squeal,
We both jump away .
The squirrel and its brother
Race each other .
Autumn wins as leaves wither .
The trees grow tan
As they race-
Squirrels raid my garden terrace.
Her tail wags
As she greets the boy
And steals his wet sock, her pet ploy.
It rains and turns dark-
Flash and a crack,
It leaves its mark .
About the post: My first attempts at Haiku. This was for a competition which I didn't win but atleast I learnt a tad bit about Haiku. Must keep practising :)
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