Two haiku about: creatures in the night.
Kat and I made the trip up to Penticton this morning to run some errands and visit with a friend. The weather was pretty crap - a whole lotta grey, some rain, some snow, some slushy garbage on the roads - but we managed to get what we needed to do done.
They keep silent watch
with glowing eyes and white breath,
ever poised to strike.
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They fascinate us,
with their small homes with locked doors.What's wrong with the woods?