cleaning my rifle–
my dog’s ears
uplifted
Published by
Tim Jamieson
I am Canadian, born and raised in the province of Saskatchewan and living in Winnipeg, Manitoba. I first began writing haiku in 1983, and have had work accepted in Canada, the U.S., Japan, Australia, New Zealand, England, Ireland and Belgium.
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home through the rain–
a buck we never saw
jumps the fence
deer in road
pausing to gaze at headlights
sauters across
loved your haiku Tim and for a sentimentalist like me (uncomfortable with hunting and guns) that’s pretty remarkable! thanks
I love your ku… one of the most beautiful haiku of the last months in my humble opinion…
WILD CRITTER BLUES
chilly nights
only the stars
to keep us warm
(good stuff! but, i think mike blew you away tim:)
Well done Tim, this sporting dog’s excitement! And on the other side:
cleaning
the refrigerator
my dog lifts its head
Driving home,
aghast, I see hanging from my neighbor’s tree,
a dead deer.
Even though I can rationalize, I cannot quiet my heart.
Tim,
Good haiku! That’s a lot of places to be published in! (Do all these countries have companies that publish haiku)?
Sincerely,
David Fox
dust thickens
over barrel’s bluing–
hound bays at the moon