I poke the moon

 with a stick 

in the pond 

 

My mind

reminds me to sleep 

my eyes ignore

lingering scent 

of the night brings me 

to sleep

Lighted bright 

 the night pretends 

like a day

homecoming

my impatient shadow 

reaches before me

the stars blink 

when the moon kisses 

the cloud

Despite the lamppost 

The street longs for 

presence of moonlight

that night when 

tadpoles dance away 

old frog’s final night

Near to the end

the old frog longs for 

the tadpoles

Little red

Embrace the rain 

fearless

I let go of 

wind in my tummy

 With last night rain

I arrange 

A sound proof room for 

a farting friend

night falls

heads on the pillow 

ideas float

I make a frog 

into a 

haiku

frog haiku

my thoughts 

Leap

eyes, half open 

I replied your 

messages

my pet frog 🐸 

finishes its book today 

in my pocket

after drowning 

in the wine glass

the frog burps !

how shitty  

my butt stuck at 

the toilet bowl

haiku stream 

choked up with 

rubbish

a skylark 

bathes in a puddle 

naked