#351 of 365 – 2 Haiku

 2 Haiku



children gone missing

behind hoods and guns; never

to be seen again



walking the night floors

they creak with bits of lost sleep

pieces of worry




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #351 of 365 – 2 Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    Both excellent, although you know how I feel about the subject and the action of the first one. Would to God those satanic bastards would rot in Hell. Or Beaumont, Texas, which would be my second choice! (Please delete the bit about Beaumont when you have read it!)

  2. Fig Tree Chance says:

    Wowza, this is so good–especially the 2nd one, but I like them both. So now maybe I know what that is that creaks when I walk in certain places.

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