The Randomness of Life Chapter 29~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

         

Prompted by lines from the poem: Evening wind ~Yosa Buson


Evening wind:water laps the heron's legs.

They lay together, side by side on the reed lined shore. Quiet now. The Russian and American finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The fire fight was fierce but one by one they darted their attackers.

Utter silence, as a heron raised it’s graceful head, taking off into the sunset.

Comments

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Lovely, a moment of beauty after the horrors of an assignment.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Even though it wasn't a Haiku, I think it had that sort of feel to it. A serene moment after the' storm' so to speak.