Windsock and Woodlouse | Haiku

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Morning folks,

we’re in the air and on the ground this morning with a couple of haiku…

A red and white windsock

Windsock

Windsock snaphapping.

Crosswind-bustled, harried, tugged,

A breeze-rippled flare.

A woodlouse

Woodlouse

Granite slab lifted.

Light-shy scurryings towards

The comforting dark.

*Thanks for reading, folks. Images courtesy of George Hodan and BugBlog. My recent short stories include ‘Digging‘ and ‘After‘.

Matthew Richardson is a writer of short stories. His work has featured in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, Cafelit, Best MicroFiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, The Wild Word, and Shooter magazine. He is a doctoral student at the University of Dundee, a lucky husband, and a proud father. He blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com and tweets at https://twitter.com/mjrichardso0.

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Published by Matthew J. Richardson

Words in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Fiction Junkies, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, CafeLit, Best Microfiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, and Shooter.

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