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.
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I hate when LJ gets a mind of its own and changes things! But you have indeed snared a new friend, you sneaky wench. :)

Glad you're enjoying Closure! I just updated again last night, for which you can thank my pesky, impatient f-list. :)

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Eeee! Hooray for the faster updateyness. I thank both you and the pesky f-list. :D When all of this sugar wears off, I'm gonna' come right over and read it!
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