Beneath icing-sugar stars,
The helicopters blades
Whip my dream.
Our local hospital has a retrieval helicopter that often flies low over our house during the night. Occasionally so low that it shakes the windows and shudders the walls. Back when I was working in the emergency department it would often wake me just before dawn to the portend of a busy shift ahead.
(And what is a haiku?)
Featured image via Nathan Anderson