ON MY WALK

I have a cap on my slightly wet hair. Piet Hein insisted to put it upon my head beause I now have a cold too, since yesterday.
A short walk of course. But I had to go and see the pink roses and find this lovely fly sitting on it.
Then I slept on the couch.....

My haiku:

See the clouds changing
Their restless shapes I follow
Till the dark will come

And the german proverb :

A jest loses its point when the jester laughs him/herself.