Asking directions, <br />A blind beggar <br />Points the way. "Ask not for a key", <br />Said the spider <br />"Be my guest". Lacking a garment, <br />The baby's exposed behind <br />Awaits the fly. The escaped convict <br />Pulling his steel ball, <br />Never looked back. Not yet dawn... <br />Coffee wakes me, <br />Climbing stairs. How guilty the spider <br />Wearing his bib, <br />Stalking his next meal.<br /><br />Louis Robert Samuels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-21/
