Haiku
Haiku 79
Poetry
I was thinking of the story of Basho and the fox. A fox appeared in my head. I tried to think of where I’d like to see a fox and what it might be doing. The first two lines wrote themselves.
I was thinking of the story of Basho and the fox. A fox appeared in my head. I tried to think of where I’d like to see a fox and what it might be doing. The first two lines wrote themselves.