Now, this is not a proper haiku: it contains no reference to the seasons and it is distinctly lacking in nature-metaphor. But it fits the syllable scheme, so we’ll call it a Haiku anyway.
by Kimberly aka lectitans reading
My little sister,
Oh do not fear the turkey:
I will eat him. Yum.
(My sister has an intense fear of turkeys. At the NC Museum of Life and Science they used to let their turkey wander free all over the farm, and when she was about 3 or so, it chased her all over the farmyard. It was bigger than she was. Apparently, being the mean and evil sister I am, I was too busy paying attention to my 4-H lambs, Scooter and Skeeter, to help her out. So now I am spending the rest of my life making up for this betrayal of her. Making up for it BY EATING TURKEY. Is there a better way to pay back a debt? I think not. Also, now they keep the turkey penned up, so I guess it scared some other kids, too. Probably a different turkey these 18 years later, now that I think about it.)