his whiskers do whisk
my delicate skin each time
he whispers my name
(Older haiku, revised a bit)
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his whiskers do whisk
my delicate skin each time
he whispers my name
(Older haiku, revised a bit)
-image via Pexels
time weathers tired soul
when one has long been beach bound
free thyself to sea
-Image via Pinterest, source unknown; shared in response to Ronovan Writes’ Weekly Haiku Challenge, Beach and Time. Out to Sea is written in English form. Curious about haiku in English form? Ronovan gives an excellent explanation.