The Bewildered Housewife

Swept up into arms
Make all the boo-boos better
Happy Father’s Day

You know the drill.  Don’t be shy.

Returning bird’s nest
spotted eggs on front porch beam
soon to be chirping

True to form, another Sunday morning haiku.  Once again, you’re invited to write one, too!  Always remember: there is safety in numbers.

Change the subject now -
You-Know-Who exhausted me.
Free a different bird.

I find that some things are best expressed in 17 syllables.

It’s been a couple of weeks since the last haiku, but I’m getting back on it.  Feel free to send your own in - we’ll have a haiku party.

Here is mine for the week:

Italian dishes,
mating like rabbits in sink.
How I tire of you.

Today the scientists discovered odd patterns of haze on the planet Venus.  They realize that the haze comes and goes; it alternately absorbs and reflects. 

Anyone who’s ever been in love could have pointed that one out.

And now, a haiku:

tiny scientist
blind in venus winter haze -
instead, a sandwich.