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Rustling Leaves 

Resolute canary navigates through a matrix of dewy light and green canopy while frantically evading an enthusiastic fleet of voracious crows. Dodging flocks bound from skinny branch to skinny branch avoiding the ensuing chaos. All the while, shifting grey clouds release silver tears.

autumn leaves
holding morning dewdrops
tremble then fall down

extreme haibun

Response to Carpe Diem #1527 Rustling Leaves (extreme haibun)


ready or not 

Her soaked ringlets trailed down her cheeks. She was freezing, except where her heart brushed against his. There was a part of her that was warming towards him although his angry face was just inches away. She was satisfied that he could not detect her slight tremble. Despite the sailor’s bitter temper, she was very eager to kiss him.

short story