Monster

The monster lurks in a green shroud of waxy leaves. Crouched in stillness she lies in wait mindful not to rustle the bed of pine needles mounded like hay at her feet. The slightest whisker twitch would surely give her away. Carelessly lilting above her steady gaze the flutter of an orange breasted oriole skips in and out of the pink azaleas. The monster steadies her sights.  In anticipation her shoulder twitches as she prays for a landing. Rapt in joy to greet the morning sun the oriole misses the monster’s glitch and with a chirp lands bouncing on a lower branch. A shower of pink petals, green leaves and brown needles swirl in the air as a blur of orange breast feathers head skyward.

under every bed
monsters wait for morning rise
early birds survive

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Day 12 of the NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a haibun, a poem that mixes a paragraph of prose followed by a haiku. Today’s challenge takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.

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