Haiku

The seasons here are
neither lions nor lambs, but
indoor/outdoor cats

Every ghetto
liquor store holds a wayward
bottle of fine wine

Crows in the garden--
their chatter as sensible
as anything else

Fill a child's mind
with awe and wonder, to be
dashed in adulthood

The bay filly was
the most fit, any fool could
see it; I saw it

Fig tree stretches for
summer sun from behind the
Bougainvillea

Avocado buds
blooming at last, so much for
conserving water

Waking easily
from a long night; the impact
will be felt later