Haiku
5-7-5
Haiku
August 27, 2020
Four Haiku
It's seventy-five.
Very humid but with cool breeze.
Cloudless blue gray sky.
Sandhills land in park.
Their approach caught me off guard.
No trilling or honks.
Bees and Bugs searching.
For pollen and sweet nectar.
Plantain delivers.
On Crown Beggarticks.
Goldenrod soldier beetles.
They got color right.
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