Two haiku about: the moon.
As promised earlier, here's a picture of the horses I'm feeding this week while we're housesitting:
If they look a little grumpy it's because I'm pretty much always later to arrive with their hay than they like. Though I'm still determined I'll win them over before all is said and done.
Hanging in the sky,
indifferent to our struggle,
it waxes and wanes.
* * *
alone in space but for afew brief visitors.