For the past two weeks I’ve been dealing with my dog’s health. She’s been sneezing blood all over the place — a bad combination of high blood pressure and aspirin seemed to cause it. Anyway, I’ve really had blood on the brain lately, thus this somewhat dark haiku for this week.
Cleaned gore off the floor
Can I take it anymore?
Please stop sneezing blood!
There, that feels better.
Originally posted on 52 Haiku
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