A morning haibun for the dverse prompt. An extreme haibun erased.
Morning is a swathe of gold across the green, sharpening each blade with light, birdswarm of fluttering beneath the eaves of leafy trees and the quick, silent dash of rabbit fur. I drink coffee in silence, watching life unfold.
Owl flight stilled
where swallows dart
a breath of the sky.
fluttering the trees