despite all the wind,
the tenacious plastic bag
is still in the tree.

go away, dumb bag.
you are very unsightly,
you bother the birds,

and when it’s gusty,
you snap and flap and flutter,
and it’s rather loud.

for several months now,
you have driven us crazy
by not flying off,

though now that I have
composed a haiku to you,
I dislike you less.

funny how things go.