four haiku with a tanka couplet
The moon in the trees
tangles between the branches
and the budding leaves.
Last night a small owl
hooted in the chinquapin
to the dogs chagrin.
A hummingbird sits
at the top of the burr oak;
the breeze barely breathes.
The brief Texas spring
moves quickly into summer.
Heat holds the air still.
The dogs lounge beneath the trees;
a squirrel fusses from the fence.
(April 17, 2022)
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