This haiku was rather recent: as you might imagine, I found a baby fox eating out of a bin near my younger son's nursery. The wording of the haiku is deliberately mischievous: it's breakfast at the nursery... and they're eating from bins? Oh, it's a fox. And it's a baby fox, to link with the nursery.
The image that makes this haiku is part of my sons' "library" at home - a repository of Bob the Builder, Winnie the Pooh, and plenty of other books named "X the Y". Giraffe librarian/guardian/sentinel/oracle looks on.
gesture in sorrow
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water tumbles under
Thanks, Shah - keep them coming. :)
ReplyDeleteThis haiku was rather recent: as you might imagine, I found a baby fox eating out of a bin near my younger son's nursery. The wording of the haiku is deliberately mischievous: it's breakfast at the nursery... and they're eating from bins? Oh, it's a fox. And it's a baby fox, to link with the nursery.
ReplyDeleteThe image that makes this haiku is part of my sons' "library" at home - a repository of Bob the Builder, Winnie the Pooh, and plenty of other books named "X the Y". Giraffe librarian/guardian/sentinel/oracle looks on.
Toodlepip,
Hobbes