Haiku on Hunt/ Like/ Cloud/ Tradition/

Hunt

Hunt for honesty

I want you to bare your soul

Vitae veritas

Want to play bare hunt

Life stripped to its essentials

You hide and I'll seek

A bare faced liar

Australia's least wanted

The hunt is called off

Like

The Golden Wedding

Have we been married that long

Seems like yesterday

Why like the long road

A little bit of planning

You can take short cuts

I liked my hair long

But dad was military

And called me a twit

Cloud

There is constant rain

In the middle of a cloud

Must try to step out

Tears need to rain down

Wandered lonely as a cloud

Seeking a parade

Soft rain falls gently

Pattering on lily pad

Our frogs are happy

Tradition

Terra Nullius

Traditional landowners

Totally ignored

I kiss your eyelids

As we settle down to sleep

Tradition of love

Tradition demands

That we respect our elders
If they are betters