The Delirious Crow

a crow flies toward
a winter pale morning moon
beholding breakfast

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Change beholds its to beholding last minute. I am trying to understand how metering in poetry works — the iambic, trochaic, etc. I cannot say for sure I’m doing it correctly here, but I like to suppose that I did (a haiku does not bother with meters too much, by the way).

The image convinces one that I did so, doesn’t it? 🙂

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