A screen door claps shut—
bouncing under a porch light
chalky moths yo-yo.
Crabs in notched helmets
hoisting victory salutes
wave white-molar claws.
Glints of glassy roots:
in rows on blackened branches
silver parsnips drip.
William F Dougherty
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haiku-960/
