This is my next-to-last batch of William haiku. Scout's honor! (Okay, I was never actually a Girl Scout, but "Brownie dropout's honor" just doesn't have the same ring to it.) In this installment, William first looks upon the face of his salvation. BtVS, S5. G. (Previous parts here.)
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I.
Burning baby fish?
Wariness surrenders to
curiosity.
II.
If cats were angels,
they might look and talk like this
ethereal girl.
III.
Uncanny knowledge
of his innermost yearnings
confounds and enthralls.
IV.
Childlike beauty’s gaze
bores through drab woolen armor,
bares the poet’s heart.
V.
Pale eyes mesmerize,
comprehend his entirety . . .
beckon him homeward.
--
I.
Burning baby fish?
Wariness surrenders to
curiosity.
II.
If cats were angels,
they might look and talk like this
ethereal girl.
III.
Uncanny knowledge
of his innermost yearnings
confounds and enthralls.
IV.
Childlike beauty’s gaze
bores through drab woolen armor,
bares the poet’s heart.
V.
Pale eyes mesmerize,
comprehend his entirety . . .
beckon him homeward.
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I guess that what draws William to her in the first place keeps him there--the allure of someone who actually sees him . . .