Haiku #132 – #134

132.

Winter rain,
Like loss, a tuning fork
Chasing the tail of its own sounds.

133.

A fence of pregnant pigeons,
When will you return
Your silver egg?

134.

The joy of food
Was not in the taste,
But in the hunger.

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