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cold winter morning
there, under clucking feathers,
a perfect, warm egg
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (5)
I adore this haiku, Harper. It just so happens my landlord lives across the street and has chickens. This is a little odd since we live in the city, but our street is a quiet one and feels like country living.
So true- when just laid.
Oh, I love chickens. This was perfect.
YESSSSS this is so good LOVE the imagery
This is a winner!