5 Haikus

Wind howls across the moor
Like a pack of hungry wolves
Trying to catch prey.

Ocean unwashes treasure
From the many sandy beaches
For everyone to find.

Tardigrade turtles
Move along the winding track
Taking in the view
.
Bread is abundant
Through every nook and cranny
That rises and falls in time.

Crisp cold autumn air
Stings my face like a mad bee
On a brisk short walk.

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