Bry’s Haiku - bringing back art and culture

Tumbleweeds drifting:
The Haiku high street’s deserted.
Will poet’s return?
 
A glowing crescent
Peeks through the drawn window shades.
Time for bed me-thinks.
 
Alone in the thread
sits Jett. Noone talks to him....
He leaves, lone again.
 
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