I don't think I will make a piece based on that first haiku.
Younger 103 reminds me of hiking in the wilds of Vermont and not being able to help looking back every so often. I finally figured out that the sound of the trees in the woods sounded a lot like traffic coming up behind me. On another note, the bells seem to be tolling for everyone -- except WF, where you probably heard them.
Libby,It was quite colorful, though. The dead bird was also a pigeon, so there was a bit of cannibalism in the scene, but I didn't quite manage to work that in.Shushu,Ah, the soothing sounds of traffic! It's difficult to sleep sometimes without the sound of smashing glass. . .
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