Five brief offerings

A selection of (very) short, but non-haiku, verse...

Ink

A Maasai warrior
Raises his spear
And leaps after
Invisible prey
Every time I move my arm.

One in All

Each of us
Contains seven atoms
Of Caesar’s Last Breath;
Or so it’s said.

Chilled

To drink
Or to climb,
It’s nice,
Equatorial ice.

Water Gypsy

A Child
Walks a crayfish on a string;
Dogs run free.

Tactile

Curves are
To touch and hold,
Or they would be straight.