The Daily Haiku

A world of five - seven - five. At one time daily, now kind of sporadic.

Looking for a house,
Something with good character.
Maybe the haunted.

Los said...: You told me a tale
You saw ghosts in your mirror
And you crapped your pants.; 9:24 AM, November 02, 2005
Ink and Stone said...: Crapped pants? I did not.
When I saw it move, I froze.
It didn't see me.

(Or it didn't care); 1:29 PM, November 02, 2005
Los said...: You are smoking crack
The hair stood up on your back
Courage you did lack.; 1:33 PM, November 02, 2005