Midnight walk back home from a party. Cold night with not much light from the moon. In the beam of our torch [= flashlight] we see ice crystals sparkle on the grass: midwinter's crown jewels for all. My foot feels something squishy.
ice flecks glint
egg yolk moon hogs the light
I tread on a toad
3 comments:
Oh dear, squishy indeed!
lovely haibun ... poor toad ... sigh, here it's usually snails.
Eew! Cute post!
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