Thursday Evening Before it Rains

Drunken clouds glide across the blue sky like Tetris tiles. I reach down and collect calm grass and bluebirds then set them free across the rocky field like wish seeds. I try to think of tomorrow; I try to think of yesterday but dragonfly wings get caught in my hair.

one meaty crow 

lands in the budding oak 

muted sun ray shines.

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Here is a short haibun for day 11. I wasn't inspired by the prompt today although I liked the inspirational poems for the day. Find more participants' poems at NaPoWriMo