Haiku Sunday

It’s very cold out
No sound; the birds are hiding
The air cuts like glass

(While it’s not as cold here as it was in New England or, say, Switzerland where I grew up, when it gets into the 70s during the day and then below freezing that same night, it’s quite a contrast.)

Ode to my Huntard –
Overpowered she may be
But fun’s the point, no?

Gimme a break, it’s 5:30am. Your turn. No theme today, though if anyone feels like suggesting one for next week, go for it.