Haiku by Lynda Schaller Sun leisurely dropsThrough the trapdoor of the dayBringing down the dark In bright morning sun The cat sits by a windowWearing Buddha’s gaze Into the silence . . .Explosive tipsy movement!Oh, a butterfly Lynda Schaller, Gays Mills Previous Article Haiku by Jennifer Kavanagh Next Article Driftless Terroir: Poetry of the Paleozoic Plateau