Crescendo, with each shovel thrown.__Well seen, John. _m
And the hole kept getting bigger!
There I was digging this 'ole - so big an' sort of round it was ...A lovely humorous you painted picture John!
Just wonderful. The first lines set up a mystery that's delightfully solved in the last. And that song, coming from a hole in the ground, sends this soaring.
There is definitely mystery in this one John. I like it a lot...
strange and mysterious haiku, John...but resolves it too, wishes, devika
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