The grass cutter leaves The scent of freshly cut grass lingers on and on

Disturb an ant’s nest Furious ants appear en masse Defensive mode on

Just a waft of it Her nose crinkles with disgust She hates you, durians.

Woodpecker in sight Its pecking sounds rattle loud I lose my focus

Footprints in the sand Ending at the water’s edge No return footprints

Clothes hanging outside Down came a heavy downpour A free second wash

Like precious gemstones Raindrops cling to blades of grass Until gravity acts.

Torrential downpour A cacophony of sounds An angry showdown

Doctor’s prescription Sleeping pills for insomnia Dozed off reading it

Counting syllables as I compose my haiku Wife thinks I am mad