7
Make up you mind, Snail!
You are half inside your house,
And halfway out!
11
You moths must leave now;
I am turning out the light
And going to sleep.
16
All right, You Sparrows;
The sun has set and you can now
Stop your chattering!
18
Sparrow's excrement
Becomes quickly powdery
On sizzling pavements.
20
The dog's violent sneeze
Fails to rouse a single fly
On his mangy back.
Richard Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-7-11-16-18-20/
