Whether a trick of 

the eye or a mental lapse 

a stranger appears 

In dappled light the 

squirrels play among the trees, 

shaking the branches 

Beginnings tend to 

be easier then endings,

such as this haiku 

Flippant flowers bloom

but briefly with delicate

allure before death 

Bastions for beasts with 

brutal intentions begin 

to slowly crumble  

She walks with me tho 

her spirit was commended 

to you long ago 

Let's construct a new 

world from the bones of the old

men who betrayed us