Haiku #132

The plot, it thickens In a way that could be called Diabolical

Haiku #131

Individual Or is it an illusion Make a decision

Songbird cries its heart
Out and then audacious
We call it music

Mother is always
Right dear one, now listen up
Only say this once

Ravenous is the
Way you stare hungrily at
Me, craving much more

Baby doll, I see
You've got angel eyes
But a devil smirk

Dancing to a tune
That only I seem to hear
Looking for a duet

Life gives you lemons
So you can get used to the
Bitter aftertaste

She whispered to him
Don't worry little one
I will stand with you

Soft breathing: in. out
Eyes strain to see its prey
The hunt has begun