I come alive. I come alive as night falls. My creativity surges with the rise of the tides. I am more awake than I was all day long. In that silence, I am in my element. Nights were meant for living. The human biological clocks and I are opposites. I’d love to stay awake all night, with a novel sitting in my spot by the window or writing my heart out, enjoying the breeze, the moonlight, the stillness and going to bed when the first bird coos. But I am a bird too, in a way: ‘a night owl’.

cloudless winter night
solitary adventures
a divine solace.

For today’s Haibun, Victoria asked us to write a short paragraph or two of non-fiction, considering the Fukuroo/owl. And also to follow that by a traditional haiku that includes a seasonal reference. Here is my take on it.

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The Night Owl – Haibun
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10 thoughts on “The Night Owl – Haibun

  • November 15, 2017 at 5:32 am

    As a long time insomniac, I totally relate to this! Wonderful haibun and haiku.

  • November 15, 2017 at 3:42 am

    The repetition at the beginning really works to capture my attention. My best poetry has been written at night time, I think. Like 3 AM when I’m half-unconscious.

    • November 15, 2017 at 7:51 am

      Most of my writing happens in the night Victoria. Maybe more because there is no one to disturb me and I can hear my thoughts

  • November 15, 2017 at 1:22 am

    Smiling I am…..loving this take on the prompt…you as a night owl! 🙂

  • November 15, 2017 at 12:43 am

    Adventures at night (even in dreams) seem more solitary although in the darkness who know who is keeping us company.


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