I've attempted very few of these (and always in the novice's 5/7/5 form), but this one is my favorite:
puddle of shadow
beneath the forsythia --
two green eyes. black cat!
I'm curious, Lee, whether you would consider this one to exhibit the "sin of context" you mentioned earlier, since presumably I could have titled the thing "black cat". But to my mind, that would be a different poem, and would not (as I hope this one does) recreate the startled joy of discovery that that wasn't just a shadow, after all.
Thank you,
Victoria
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