Foggy Haiku

cloud fallen
resting on muddy ground
and limp dry grass

lulled to sleep
staring out a window
into the fog

faint edges
reality is swallowed
by the fog

foggy morn
black branch scribbles
in the gray

what shapes become,
edges softened and deformed,
fog monsters

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