terrorku
her sewing basket
a collection of
orphan eyeballs
early morning coffee
and the usual
emailed death curse
ant antennae
ant antennae
feeling for missing
back legs
locked ward
hides my shadow
hides my claws
full moon
blood cousins and I
hunt as a pack
this time,
tired of the same old
she lets me live
Contemplating an Unknown
Our computers have no records of your
shattered starship’s design nor where
it was built. We have no data about
your species. Dying alone on an
uncharted moon...acidic mists
from surface craters were a
sudden death, even if you
survived an obviously
brutal crash landing
Your remote home...
you may have been
their hero, perhaps
even their savior...
there is sadness.
There is this sorrow.
I’ll never know your name
ayaz daryl nielsen, husband, father, veteran, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (25+ years/120+ issues), homes include Lilliput Review, Jellyfish Whispers, Eye On Life, Shamrock, UFO Gigoglo, and! bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com (translates as joie de vivre)
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