Last autumn, I was woken in the small hours of the morning, on my permanent mooring, by natural sounds, and found it impossible to go back to sleep, so I stood on the back of the boat in the dark and just looked and listened. The outcome of this was my first ever inspiration to try my hand at a Haiku. This is the result.
Haunting owls
Dabchicks squeak
All sleep flown
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