Boeing 747

A seven-forty-seven?
A ton of bricks?
I’m still not sure what hit me.

 

I like this 7-4-7 format. For me, it flows easier than a haiku. 

 

Sifting sense beneath the trees.
I’m lost! Could you
Call the authorities please?

 

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