The oppressive calm of heat-dazed darkness is finally over, for now. The dry leaves rustle and crackle under the cover of cumulus clouds. The low rumble of thunder sounds ominously close. A startled sandpiper goes pi-wi-we and the solitary owl responds with tu-whit tu-who, momentarily shattering the stillness of night.With a contented sigh I crash on my bed.
neither moon nor stars
air conditioner humming
makes a perfect night
Written for David’s W3 where POW, Jude, has asked us to “write a haibun poem under the theme of “the beauty of night”, and include not one but THREE onomatopoeia words in either your prose or haikus. I encourage you to explore the beauty of night from your own personal experiences”.
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