Mysterious Sight Haiku

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

shaman staring
out into the distance
a world away

hawk on the roof
twists its head, pointing
one eye groundward

cow head fixed
as a raucous world screams -
blind or unmoved?

what's it like
to have one's blind spot
to the front?

the sad moment
when baby's smile is found
to be fart fueled

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