frisbee

chasing frisbees . . .
the humidity of his
breath

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About Don Baird

A simple person that looks at the beauty and uniqueness of life through the lens of imagination.
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2 Responses to frisbee

  1. snowbirdpress says:

    I have a friend who will absolutely fall in love with this haiku. He has an aging black lab (actually a dark brown lab) that is getting on in years… he is childless and Zoe is as his child. Nowadays it gets shorter and shorter the time with the frisbees…but still… just throwing it each time youth returns to them both.

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