Northwards, flying home
From a too-short, brown winter;
Dark mountains, give snow.
Haiku by Gentle J. Pine
Pulling stranded Otters out of tree-tops who got stuck there. I flap my newly grown wings to teach my friends, otters and humans, how to fly. But one human friend only wants to join the terrible skeleton army that comes from the sinking sands, in a no-good place under this one.
Now, in the hidden alpine mountains in north Canada; nobody knows they are here, kingdoms formed of leaf and rock. But now radioactivity has come to this place, and we must escape this poison. The skies are changing and vertigo falls on our senses. A black hole opens above us. Jets come rushing at us. The evil stars want to eat us. There isn’t enough oxygen in the atmosphere.