A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Archive for Amphibians and Reptiles

The Hunt

Bitter winter wind
Whips around the skyscrapers
A hunting dragon.

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Frog

Covered in duckweed
Just above the waterline
A pair of gilt eyes.

Koan

When the frog jumped in
Basho’s venerable pond,
Which one made the sound?

My perhaps irreverent response to one of the most famous haiku ever written, the “frog pond” of Basho:

Old pond
A frog jumps in…
The sound of water.