Four Eyes [Tanka]

a bold moth
sits still & confident;
the eyes it adds
to trees, rocks, and leaves
make them mock monsters

Sleeping Puppy Tanka

the outstretched limbs
of the sleeping puppy
hold the world at bay,
but, if he wishes others away,
he should be less adorable

Colca Canyon Condor Haibun

The condor soars, riding the updraft, its back sun-gilt, its wings stretched taught and flared at the tip, its head and eye swiveling seemingly independently, as if able to pierce any point with militant precision of vision. The condor is pure power, but knows the economy of the glide. The condor seeks something meaty, for to land on a desiccated pile of bones and fur is the worst kind of insufferable, and so he glides and watches... and glides and watches...

with piercing eye
and readiness to dive
the condor soars

Cloud Town [Tanka]

across the valley,
i see clouds pour into town;
like a blanket
dragged over a mattress,
the buildings are smothered

Belly Wisdom [Kyōka]

the snake 
feels my footfalls
through its belly,
and i, too, feel its 
movement in my belly

The Bog Lost Boot [Tanka]

bog lost boot
sucked from the slogging foot
of a hapless soul
to pull the boot up
would just drive the man down

Hissing Breeze Tanka

a hissing breeze
rushes through the leaves
sensed in a strong wind
then i can't not hear it
even in a trickled breeze