Haiku Do You Do?

I published my first set of haiku five years ago during COVID. They were well received. I have waited a long time to write these new verses. Some are personal, some are universal.

I know your lives are busy now, but take a moment, sit back, relax, and let the rhythms (no rhymes) bring you harmony. By the way, my favorite is the final entry; keep reading until you get there.

A final note. To all of you reading on Sunday, Happy Mother’s Day to you and the mothers in your life.

Let the haiku begin.

A curious cat
Cannot understand it, when
Breakfast is delayed.

Baba O'Riley
Though written by the Who, it
Shares a name with me.

Coyotes slither
On our roads at night, waiting
For prey to emerge.

Definite maybes
Are the secret feature, of
Passive aggression.

Easter Island the
Polynesian refuge, whose
Stone heads make you think.

Feeding animals
At zoos is forbidden, while
In shelters is grand.

Gorillas in mist
Imposing to behold, we'll
Observe them next year.

Husbands never know
Politics of romance, 'til
Elections are done.

A basement spot with
Shovels tucked away, as
May blooms in the yard.

Justice, Justice it's
What you all should pursue, but
People disagree.

Knights take silent pawns
Rooks crouch in corners, waiting
To launch their attack.

Leery time to fly
But I'll be in the air, still
A traveling man.

Mothers have a way
Quieting the hurt soul, when
No other will do.

Nadia, gymnast,
The one with the first ten, she
Set the world's standard.

Orange cones laid out
Congestion everywhere, it's
Construction season

Polaroid snapshots
Once were unique treats, now
Selfies everywhere.

Questions in reverse
Jeopardy! way to play, but
Ken is not Alex.

Running on empty
Scouting out gluten-free, when
Pantry shelf is bare.

Streaming until 10.
The Pitt, The Handmaid's Tale, then
Time to watch the news.

Taxi service is
A thing that is gone so, no
Judd Hirsch at the wheel.

Understand the past.
It teaches us the lessons, for
Novel times ahead.

Virtually real
Is not really the same, as
My life its own self.

Walks for the brown dog
Chasing rabbits away, we
Stroll an endless loop.

X-ray med enticed
I went another way, so
Call me the Path Doc.

Yesterday is gone,
Some Beatles are gone too, just
Paul and Starr still shine.

ZZTop told us
Jesus left Chicago, but
New Pope is Sox fan.

That’s the end of the haiku. Tell me which you like, and have a wonderful day