Today's Monday Bunday offering features Tyler looking for the exact perfect piece of hay.
I although I consider myself by no means a poet, on a whim I joined the Haiku Festival. See more here at About New York and here at Pink Purl.
This first one is about the foothills that overlook the farm where we have a cow share from which we get raw milk once a week. Recall that the form of Haiku is 5, 7, 5 syllables.
hills roll with green air
moist and warm, breathes me in
such joy to melt now
And here is one written by the Spots.
roses sweet and pink
spotted rabbits they do meet
happy rabbits BINK
Have a good Bunweek.
