summer twilight...

the birds sing

their roosting songs

I love that time of night.  So peaceful, so right.

In Which Pooh and Piglet try to write a haiku

Pooh and Piglet were trying to write a haiku.

But they couldn't decide what it should be about.  

After awhile, Pooh said, "What about a little something?"  by which he meant some honey, of course.

"But we don't know what something to write about," said Piglet

"No, silly," said Pooh.  "I meant something to eat."

"Oh!" said Piglet

They got down the honey pot, and Pooh dove in.  

While Pooh ate, Piglet read the label

"in this pot

though rough of surface

a smooth gold liquid"