Haibun Today

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Editor
Volume 4, Number 2, June 2010

Cynthia Rowe
Woollahra, New South Wales, Australia


Red Storm

darkening sky—
the unexpected
flapping of wings

I can hear the panic in her voice. I peer outside to find the horizon has turned red. The sun struggles through, a round ball haloed with dust. At the bottom of the garden, the pens rattle. Bantams run around in circles, bits of feathers and fluff flying through the air, adhering to the cage mesh.

The dog scratches at the wire screen, nails scraping at the wooden frame. His whine is almost a cough. A layer of tin lifts from one of the pens, as light as tissue paper in the wind. The corrugated iron cartwheels down the road. Stakes uprooted from the rose garden arc upwards like primitive spears. We tape the windows and prepare to sit out the gale.

early morning
freshly laid eggs




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