deserted mill
along the canal
where are my missing socks . . .

midnight on the web -
net sure is spooky at night
when you're all alone

furtive cigarette
for as long as I've known him -
father's indulgence

dog with cold rawhide
watches birds expectantly
as shadows lengthen

cat in winter tree
just above the bird feeder
the birds ignore you

humorous haiku
choka to be more precise
over at big poem

"I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit. In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to Society. But it sometimes happens that I cannot easily shake off the village. The thought of some work will run in my head and I am not where my body is--I am out of my senses. In my walks I would fain return to my senses. What business have I in the woods, if I am thinking of something out of the woods?"
--Thoreau, "Walking"