23 (NaPoWriMo 2020– 3 Haiku for The Evening)

i
Squirrels remember where
they buried Winter food; holes
are left in green lawn.

ii
Between sporadic
small drops of April rain, fall
songs from unseen birds.

iii
Against cold grey skies
buds on still bare trees begin
to green and thicken.

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