5-7-5
March 2, 2020
Four Haiku
It's thirty degrees.
Crow gang dancing on Wingra.
Cawing back to honks.
Perched on the ice edge,
munching on winter's leftovers.
Sits a brown muskrat.
A sound from the east –
welcomes me this March morning.
The trill of a crane.
Raccoon tracks in frost.
Proof of earlier visit –
to Dancing Sands Spring.
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