CY@CY Says Welcome to my dreamscape. Where a Lim is also a Ling.

Photo from Google Search Midst of a cold war Rain interrupts the silence of nothing to say.

Dadawa music Dream of going to Tibet Her drums woke me up.

My birding photo An oriental pied hornbill Flies out of the frame.

Quiet down cawing crow Your ruckus raises my ire Like a witch you are.

A scorching hot day Miri’s Waterfront seahorse Does not even care

The smell of old books Dusty dampstained fore edges Reading bug is dead.

A long dead lizard Stuck on the spine of the book Pet Sematary.

A forest concert Magpie robin sings solo While woodpeckers tap.

Haiku in the park My mind swirls for the right words A tailorbird sings.

How I love the way the black-shouldered kites wander into my haiku.