Twigs

I acquired a book of Haiku this Fall, that are translated from Japanese. I think a few of them may have lost some beauty in the translation, but I enjoyed these couple:

Of what use are twigs

but to sweep up a litter

of fallen petals?

-Buson

Poor crying cricket,

perhaps your little husband

was caught by our cat.

-Kikaku

I must go begging

for water...morning glories

have captured my well.

-Chiyo

This one is mine...

The Hunter's Moon gleams

white in the eyes of a herd

of cows in my yard.