Isaac Kavik: Thanks for the inspiration of the writing here. Thanks for the readers. Your comments are welcome.


Isaac Kavik: Why's it that way? (3 verse Haiku)
On the big, rough branch
Sits a little yellow bird
Singing just for me

In my red brick house
Sits my blue- eyed, loving wife
Waiting just for me

I am all alone
Walking in the big, cold wood
And it's just for me