Haiku 258

A crow has landed
on my roof. An honoured guest,
watchful and aloof.


My love has lips of cherry-red;
her eyes are hazel-hued;
and since she had her sight restored
she giggles when I’m nude.

One night she even asked a friend
to put her grief aside
and be there when I got undressed:
they laughed until they cried.

So now, self-conscious, I won’t dare
let any flesh be seen.
She’s drowning now and calls for help.
Goodbye, my sweet Eileen.