Philip Doolittle Poems
|4.||Mary's Unusual Little Lamb||4/11/2011|
|5.||Winter Nights (Haiku)||4/13/2011|
|6.||Summer Days (Haiku)||4/13/2011|
|8.||Rain On A Summer Day||4/14/2011|
|10.||The Oyster And The Starfish||4/16/2011|
|11.||A Snowy Day (Haiku)||4/14/2011|
|12.||The Return Of Those Who Never Went||5/3/2011|
|13.||The Good Shepherd||4/13/2011|
|14.||A Young Man From Japan (Limerick)||4/17/2011|
|15.||A Heroic Couplet (Iambic Pentameter)||4/11/2011|
|17.||Birds In A Forest (Haiku)||4/14/2011|
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Birds In A Forest (Haiku)
A cool, green forest:
Birds are chirping cheerfully,
I woke up; I sat upright; for I had heard a noise that night.
Slowly looking round, I saw a shadow creeping through the hall.
While quietly following, I thought I heard a sound like a rapid shot.
So I rushed to the kitchen, but I saw not a single soul at all.
But wait! There was a glass cup on the floor, all broken up.
So, obviously, the noisy sound came from the cup. And then I frowned.
Who on earth could be doing this all? Wait, someone’s coming down the hall!
So I hid. The culprit tur