I like to write haiku while driving or riding in a car, especially over the rural roads near where I live. So the subjects of my poems are often flora and fauna seen through my car window. That's the case with this poem.
I remember riding along, admiring the daffodils that had sprung up along the roadside one early spring day, when up popped a little brown head. A woodchuck stood up on his hind legs and stared right back at the car, then remained there, just watching the traffic go by. For me it was the perfect example of how the natural world and the civilized world live side by side, just waiting for us to notice.
Oh, see the woodchuck.
He's neck deep in buttercups,
gazing at traffic.
