Haiku in Lieu.

I can't think of anything worth putting down today. However, Moonrat requested some Haiku as a present on her 2nd blogging anniversary.

I'm not a poet, but I tried to accommodate anyway.

A star in the night,
All alone, silent, distant.
Enough light for dreams.

An infestation
Of one. Famously unknown.
A rat of the moon.

Can't reach newspaper.
Door shuts, locks. I'm outside now.
In my underwear.

Ah, Michael Chabon,
Whose name uses too many
Of my syllables.

Haiku, a strict form.
Beauty lies in precision.
So don't blow it on the last line.

Chocolate. Dark. Sweet.
Belgian Kryptonite to
A Greek Warrior.