I’m varying the pleasures with a Haibun instead of a Florescence today. I read Janice’s extreme version (55 words maximum for the whole poem) of a haibun this morning and the idea appealed. The challenge was tossed out by the Carpe Diem site on the theme of ‘new life’.
I apologise if I seem to be obsessing about dead animals and poo (the third badger latrine is now full, if anyone’s interested), but it’s all new to me and I’m finding it fascinating.
There was a dead mole here yesterday, sleeky grey beauty, silver like the moon. This morning, in the rain-damp, it has gone, and a yard or so from the place is fresh fox scat. Sadness is tinged with acceptance—mole’s life cycle has joined fox’s.
Wild garlic mown
and shorn thrusts white bells