Blind
House of Haiku Prompt
Nov 6 · 2 min read

Regal hawk, you fly.
Screaming dive, landing on fist.
There you sit, hooded.
This afternoon an a 45 mile drive home through rolling hills and pasture land, I had the prompt “Blind” in my mind. I was half listening to an audio book, one eye on the road and the other eye taking in the beautiful scenery. Blue sky with high, white, wisps of…


