Haiku 647-650

Haiku 647

After a few drinks
recharged zinnias perk up.
Pick fights. Clash colors.

Haiku 648

call an ambulance
not a front-end loader, please:
let’s be respectful.

Haiku 649

home and lock all doors
the radio said, but I
stared into the sky

Haiku 650

Removing your head
at night. Let the bats fly out.
Let their radar hum.