Grim Haiku

A wind-tossed paper scrap
Covers the dog’s eyeless face
The alley is still

Dreaming safe Haven
The broken child sleeps
Whole again

The broken dolls floats
Face-down in the road-side ditch
The water is still

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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