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Sunday Haiku



Mist falls from the sky
all day covering the grass
in tiny droplets.


When the dog gets out
we lure him back with butter
and a soft cooing.


She poses for a
picture, holding her baby
in front like a shield.


“How are the bees?” he
asks. She tells him spring was too
cold for much honey.


Driving home from a
party she stops short; a thin
red fox ‘s eyes glow.