Haiku #158 – #161

158.

Spring blue. Plays 

Are not for people

But for words. 

159.

Surfacing from a great

Grey pool, the nurtured curse

Of words. 
160.

Magpie on a verge

Is the thought that hurts.

People are our future.
161.

You bent the fence

So the tiger may follow.

The cat entrapped was you.