This is sort of on the line between haiku and senryu, I think, but the choice of image with a speech balloon for the text pushes it over into senryu territory. In fact because of that, I altered the text to refer to mushroom parasols in general, instead of “a mushroom parasol,” which would be more sabishii.
A couple of years ago, a wounded doe struggled up from the valley to seek refuge in the steepest part of the hollow and died beside the stream right where it flows the most swiftly, between 90-degree beds of hard sandstone. I almost stepped on her skull the day before last while conducting a wildflower survey.
The photo then prompted this haiku, which in contrast to the one I posted yesterday, took more than a day of pondering: where to go with a germ of wonder that wasn’t terribly original, having to do with the contrast between mortality and the inexhaustible leave-taking of a creek? In the end, I took my cue from a friend of mine who’s become a fan of a YouTube livestream of a forested stream in Denmark. Although with this obvious sort of pun at its heart, no doubt what I’m calling a haiku would be considered a senryu by some.
A little too comic, a little too obvious… fine, it’s a senryu. Bring on literalism in the haiga, complete with speech balloon.
As an adult butterfly, the question mark seeks out rotting fruit, tree sap, dung, or carrion as food sources. Only when these are unavailable do question marks visit flowers for nectar. This dietary adaptation is especially beneficial to the late spring / overwintering / early spring brood when nectar sources may be limited.
When the pun is this unsubtle, it’s definitely a senryu. Stock-market volatility and a neighbor’s ramshackle deer stand inspired this, as did a lifetime’s fascination with afterimages and yes, last night’s almost full moon going in and out of the clouds.