Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Haiku Noir

I thought of posting this on successive days, but whatever. Now, it's just a winter haiku of five parts. Enjoy.

Gloomy winter comes again with
howling winds and naked trees.
The cold chills your bones.

Ominous clouds float
over an abandoned wheat field
The year's first snowstorm.

Dogs sniff in the snow.
It hardly seems necessary.
The blood paints it red.

A dead little girl.
I'm always a step too slow.
She will miss Christmas.

Her father's wet sobs,
fan the flames within my breast.
I will avenge her.

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