dawn – haiku and other animals

what viscous dawn taught this monologue to crawl

birds before dawn dream of a festival getting lost

eating this double-edged dawn without crickets

forest at dawn when she lied like a kaleidoscope

before dawn
the sparrow and I
repeating the mantra

the full pink moon drops into the dawn of a bad habit

no reception at dawn I slowly embrace an unwanted freedom

the birds startled awake crying into the dawn

the sweetness of apples past their prime in the blue dawn