Write two haiku about: the executioner.
Drove Kat to her first prenatal yoga class this evening. Unfortunately that meant a trip to Penticton, as that's where the nearest classes are offered. Eventually Kat is hoping to take the training to teach it herself, so that locals have a more convenient option.
While she was stretching out with the other expectant mothers, I hung out in a coffee shop up the street and did some writing. For the record, I'd already chosen today's prompt. It had nothing to do with the screaming toddler who hung out less than ten feet away for about twenty minutes tonight.
Beneath the black hood
a scarred man pays his debts and
asks for forgiveness
* * *
He keeps his axe sharp
and his wit sharper; his jokesare just so killer.