CH Micro Haibun – morning dog

Morning Dog

… is what Myshka is not. The thought of a walk in the dawn chill fills her with dread. She stays curled up till the sunbeams light up her nose.

evensong
the koel’s notes
sleepier

Jerky Justice

Unlike the fable, the monkey (I) ends up overfeeding to keep the balance between the senior and junior retrievers.

sibling envy
the aggression
in the tail wags

Moving On

“You don’t make me wet anymore” she said drily.

dried petal
now who was it
exactly?

(Published in Cafe Haiku on 29/04/2023)

Comments

CST Station at 7:45 PM on Sunday 21 December, 2008

winter clouds this silent scream in my eyes The loo stinks, the tap runs and can't be closed. The risk of dying of a urinary tract infection or asphyxiation is still the same. The sole policeman visible, young and unarmed, is ostensibly guarding the ladies' first class. The rather bright lights are a change though, but they seem to make the place seem a wee bit less crowded. Seem. There are people sitting on the platform, waiting for their trains. Many in their Sunday best. Popcorn-sellers, peanut-sellers, kulfi-sellers are trying to get me to shed some money towards them, even as I wait for the samosa-seller. yellow leaves the old woman sweeps up yesterday It's getting on eight (time for the Titwala Fast to leave), and last-minute boarders are jumping in. The popcorn-seller is taking his last chances before he moves to the 8:13 Khopoli Slow. I don't know how many of the guys around me are pass-holders or even bothered to buy tickets. I do know the police didn...

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