A yellow jacket.
It flew away as I watched.
Reminds me of grubs.
(I ate them as a child to survive the war.)
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Oh my! What we don’t know about people… Thanks for this
Kids do anything by instinct to survive in extreme condition. Thank you for reading.
Such an important memory, Ashi, and a powerful reminder about a tragic history.
Thank you for the nice comment.
beautiful poem, impressive comparison between yellow jacket and grubs… you really ate them?!
Yes, I did. I was a little boy then, but the desire to live was as big as that of a grown up. I was then evacuate from Tokyo because of the war to a little village in NE Japan. Little food could be sent to us. I also caught frogs to eat.
I am glad you survived , dear Akira ❤
Thank you.
This tells so much about you ❤️ Beautiful poem 🌸
Thank you.
You’re welcome Ashi ❤️
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It’s terrible what humans do to each other. War, as the saying goes, is not healthy for living things. I’m so happy you survived. I can’t imagine the stories you could tell.
Thank you as always for reading my works.
Thanks for sharing the haiku as well as the personal anecdote. It stirred a couple memories which may become haiku’s. It seems that you are stronger for your experiences.
Thank you for reading my work and the comment.
This breaks my heart. I am so sorry.
I could survive, and those who could not are in my thought.
Dear AshiAkira! It’s a great pity for every life lost, I regret that you have to carry the burden of memories, but I’m glad you survived! Take care and I wish you good health so that you can still enjoy the beautiful haiku.
Thank you, Erika, for such a kind comment. Your friendship encourages me to live a happy life. You take care of yourself, and have a good health, too.
Thank you very much, dear AshiAkira!
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