A river of birds
splat on a lot of houses
as they flew over.
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A river of birds
splat on a lot of houses
as they flew over.
Truth…..
I hear they got your car.
Oh, brother. Lol. I was expecting a romantic, thought-provoking haiku about birds. Surprise! 🙂
Birds aren’t always romantic. And I hate that they don’t miss my car.