Poetic madness

Regan and Colby

Planting Haiku

It is planting time

The dust is flying around

It’s in the ground now.

The hunt

We are in the trees

Its him we see

He is bent over

Chewing on clover

I take aim

I don’t want him to feel the pain

I squeeze my finger

I see him linger

It wont been in vain

Because when he falls

It will be to feed us all.