Category Archives: Bubo Haiku

silken viscera

effulgent in the moonlight

perfect on wheat toast

Apparently hunting in a freezing rain inspires dear Bubo. Perhaps this will cure any blues you have today.

Bubo’s poetry always cures my blues.

Moonlight, I thank thee.

You butter my wings with glow

And make my flights sing.

(This is one of dear Bubo’s haiku. I shall publish more as she allows.)