Haiku After Reading Issa

It's chilly tonight...

no fire warms my little room,

so, one more blanket.

Squirrels, dogs, on the roof

dancing over my ancient head,

not loud like fireworks.

I've juggled my life

between joys and tragedies...

"Good job", still, sadness.

No more drinking, no

more sake, I've had enough:

get high on what's here.

The church bells don't sound

as loud as they used to...my

hearing is fading.

Read Issa tonight...

his mind was part of nature...

dogs under the moon.