Write two haiku about: orange(s).
My first poem was inspired by a dear high school friend, who remains little changed in this regard to this day.
Gradually getting settled in here. It helps a lot to have figured out where most of the things I use regularly are located. Max is definitely more comfortable too, though he has moments where all he wants to do is go to Grandma and Papa's house.
Thankfully we'll be taking him for a visit tomorrow afternoon.
You claim your peel's shaped
like an elephant, but your
smirk says something else
* * *
Orange trees consumed
by orange flames; now all that
remains is pure black