16, 17

The television
Was on, but neither her gaze
Nor mind was on it.

"Who was he? Where did
He come from? And I'd like to
See him again, but..."

12, 13, 14, 15

He woke up and found
Her gone - his mood worsened as
He lifted himself.

"Why did she leave so
Suddenly?" he wondered. She
Had made him happy.

He glanced at his watch.
It glanced half past ten back at
Him, so he walked home.

His mind never could quite
Leave the subject of twirling-
Girl. Where did she go?

10, 11

They twirled the day to
Oblivion; day soon gave
Way to the night-time.

They both lay on their
Backs next to each other, each
Mind on the other.

7, 8, 9

Sir was an odd choice
Of words. Neither of them were
All that old at all.

She: But eighteen. He:
Nineteen. He looked into her
Eyes and gave a smile.

"May I join you?" he
Queried. "Sure" she stammered. "Be my
Guest." And so they danced.

4, 5, 6

She was overwhelmed
With happiness, taking in
All her surroundings.

Just then, a hand came
Upon her shoulder and caused
Her to stop mid-spin.

"What are you doing
Here?" "Here? Simply enjoying
Life, sir," she replied.

1, 2, 3

Among the trees and
Through the field of beautiful
Flowers ran Donna.

She seemed content that
Time of day, a strange mood for
Her in the morning.

"Oh, aren't these trees grand?
"And the wind, oh, feel the wind!"
She cried to herself.

P

This is a story
Written in haiku format.
-Andrew Morrison