Chirp Chirp Haikus

She does not come here

So I let the dove fly in

And then fly away.

I stitch white feathers

And plant a beak on my nose

I Am/creation.

Bird on my shoulder

Whispers a white angel song

Chirp-Chirp is profound.

Fly to the blue moon

Light up the cheese with candles

Brie rains on manna.

Cuddle with a bird

Feed her beak wine dipped morsels

Pluck off her feathers.

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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