Here are a few more police blotter haiku.  Now I’m going to bed.  Just be glad you don’t live on a street with an eco-system based on pit bulls. Enjoy: and remember, there’s a book of them you can buy. (If you haven’t already, thankyouthankyouthankyou.)

A car struck a bear
They say ‘no injuries,’ but
no one asked the bear.

She loved her new pants.
She wore them even to the
store she’d swiped them from.

What would “two nude teens”
do in the back of a car
besides “intercourse?”

When you track people
through a rifle scope, young lads,
They WILL call the cops.

They wouldn’t tell him,
and he didn’t know, why they
beat him with fence posts

Broken shop window.
A face appears in the hole
and rambles strangely.

People they don’t know
roam their street asking questions
that they cannot fathom.

She bags her garbage
and throws it on the road where
the pit bulls eat it.