YOUR TURN, MY TURN

it is now as all the birds come together in the grass along the pond. Mischa and I, we feed them. The coots are in the majority now, coming from the meadows to the city-park. We collects the bread-crumbs at the supermarket where they have loads of it.
An overall blue sky, some white clouds, the sun makes us warm enough.
In the afternoon at the sea-side there is much more wind and many kite-surfers take the opportunity and slide in rows through the waves of the sea.

My haiku:

Hiding in the dark
My dreams disappear quickly
Find a clear morning

And the proverb from Bacon:

Great boldness is seldom without some absurdity.