Bing Created
the dogs are pissing
on the fresh morning white snow
graveyard of yellow
About the Creator
Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (10)
You know the old saying, “don’t eat yellow snow.” 😂😂
Clever! :))
LOL great happy poem.
😂😂😢I guess other times of the year we can ignore what we are walking on in the yard when we have dogs. One of our dogs used to go out into the field to do his business. I thought about it when other dogs would be visiting though. I used to go barefoot all of the time. It has been years now, but I still think of that when this subject come up!!😉😂
Hahahahahahhahahahaha I wasn't expected that! Loved your Haiku!
Something so pure is now dirty but nonetheless it's true.
No longer pure white is it? Great haiku
Do not eat the yellow snow. Love the image and at times it is a dog's life and hope for a new layer of white.
A cute haiku, Daphne!
haha! love this!