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sabre tooth dagger
bright killer silently waits
prey on the threshold

Rene ~ January 3, 2013

Careful out there, man
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  1. Brian MillerJanuary 3, 2013 at 6:32 PM

    epp...will be watching my back...smiles..

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  2. Jennifer WagnerJanuary 30, 2013 at 9:22 PM

    sabre tooth dagger...ha, i like that. nice haiku!

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  3. aelfbeeJanuary 30, 2013 at 9:30 PM

    Thanks for animating the ice on the roof; I'll be more careful walking into those jaws now.

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  4. UnknownJanuary 30, 2013 at 9:52 PM

    You always manage to elicit a response. Sometimes it is a deep sigh. Sometimes it is a belly laugh. This time, with that last line... a guffaw! so glad you linked up, Rene!

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 30, 2013 at 9:59 PM

    This is perfect! And I got just as much of a kick out of your labels:)

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  6. MaryJanuary 31, 2013 at 7:21 AM

    Oh yes, those icicles are deadly weapons indeed. Your poem captures that.

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  7. EllaFebruary 1, 2013 at 12:07 AM

    Well Done..I have seen those long teeth snarling at me near my front walk! ;D Clever!

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  8. CVFebruary 1, 2013 at 12:01 PM

    Ah. I have never ever seen snow/ice. In my refrigerator and my glass only. Not natural.

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  9. AnonymousFebruary 1, 2013 at 2:46 PM

    Succinct but well said!
    McGuffy's Reader
    http://www.mcguffysreader.blogspot.com

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  10. Judy RoneyFebruary 1, 2013 at 4:30 PM

    So beautiful but also, as you say, can be a killer.

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  11. Rosemary Nissen-WadeFebruary 2, 2013 at 7:18 AM

    Interesting imagery.

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