Haiku 85

the frozen prairie
animals out in the cold
getting frost bitten
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Gauthier Avatar
May 5, 2021 at 8:44 AM
touching, Phyllis
Kendrick Avatar
April 19, 2021 at 2:39 PM
Whoa!! I feel for those little critters and the large ones as well. Way to go with this Haiku. Sara
Horne Avatar
April 9, 2021 at 12:13 PM
oh, sad but such a vivid picture here, my friend x
Callus Avatar
March 21, 2021 at 6:34 AM
Reading these three lines is enough for me to feel cold, Phyllis. Come to think of it; soon summer will be here and those same animals will be hot and getting flea or mosquito bitten! ~ Warm regards // paul
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March 15, 2021 at 11:30 AM
Just reading this made me feel frost bitten. Great descriptiveness in just seventeen syllables.
Ball Avatar
February 16, 2021 at 1:18 PM
Oh I can feel for them. When it's really cold I feel so sorry for the animals that don't have shelter. I mostly worry for the horses and cattle but some dogs are not well sheltered either. Well done Phyl. GodBless, JB
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February 10, 2021 at 12:04 PM
- I can not remember such a cold winter as this, Phyllis - Early this morning we had 21 minus degrees - We are all being bitten by the frost ... both humans and animals - an excellent haiku :) - Stay warm, my friend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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February 11, 2021 at 10:08 AM
We are in such a deep freeze at the moment. Today with windchill hit -50C so have to be careful outside. Thanks Annelise and you stay warm too. love phyl
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February 10, 2021 at 8:37 AM
Oh that is truly sad! Do they? I’ve never thought about that!
Babcock Avatar
February 11, 2021 at 10:12 AM
It is very cold in fact bitter cold at the moment. Yes animals can get frost bitten too. They even make coats and boots for dogs and cats to go out. I look at the poor birds and wonder how they stay outside yet still sing merrily. Have a great weekend. love phyl
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