AT THE POND

we find all the birds waiting for the food. The gulls neatly sitting on the balustrade. Mischa wants them to catch the bread in the air. Some do indeed.
Mist in the morning, later a watery sun, now grey again.
Piet Hein will go to the sea, alone, waving good-bye for some time again.
To-morrow-change-of-décor-time-again.

My haiku:

Fly birds, fly free, show
Me the shortest way you follow
The little one too

And the proverb of Unamuno:

Only she/he that attempts the absurd is capable of achieving the impossible.