Rodak's Writings: a New Year's Haiku

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A few minutes ago, a Facebook friend posted the story of how her grape crop, having fermented on the vine before it could be harvested, was consumed in its entirety by a herd of deer. In telling the story, she composed the phrase, "drunk deer dancing in the moonlight." I noted that it was a great line. Another friend responded, "The first line of a poem?" 

I thought about it briefly and decided that not a poem, but a haiku, could best contain the image:

xxxxxgrape arbor stripped clean
drunk deer dance in the moonlight
xxxxxno jelly this year

And that's how 2013 the Year in Verse, comes to an end.
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