cold winter morning
there, under clucking feathers,
a perfect, warm egg
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelleabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (16)
Congratulations! Love the phrase 'under clucking feathers'.
Congrats! 🐣
I love this so much. Congratulations. I see and hear this image you created so clearly.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Congratulations!
Just wonderful work - a paragon of winter warmth haikus. :) Congrats!!
You had me at 'clucking feathers' 🤩 Congrats, Harper!!!
Returning to congratulate you on your win, Harper!👏 🥰 I was so happy to see this one on the winner's list.
I think a fresh laid egg would feel warm to the touch - congrats!
Great work congrats!
Congrats on placing
I adore this haiku, Harper. It just so happens my landlord lives across the street and has chickens. This is a little odd since we live in the city, but our street is a quiet one and feels like country living.
So true- when just laid.
Oh, I love chickens. This was perfect.
YESSSSS this is so good LOVE the imagery
This is a winner!