7 Senryuu… cause haiku are about nature.

bacon strips are…
but sometimes I don’t have them.
this equals sadness…

Ants crawl in my home.
And I burn. I crush. I kill.
Winter? Nowhere’s safe…

Cold hands and warm heart,
her touch somehow still warms me,
outside rarely counts

Kiss me deeply please,
so I cannot e’er forget,
the touch of your lips

A tree stands alone
but if none will ever hear…
Sound? Unimportant

The fire? it can burn.
And this sword? It can bleed you.
Your killer? My hate.

You will forget me…
It is the nature of “things.”
And that’s when I’ll die.