haiku bob Round 2 – the pack’s hollow

Autumn night –
all kinds of noises
from the packed stadium

arch rivals –
it takes six men
to eject the drunk

another point pointless complaining

leaves crackle and pop goes Reiwoldt’s hamstring

slipping away
the first leaves
and our early lead

crickets –
Ball’s pulse fills
the pack’s hollow

bloke on a stretcher
ball in Cloke’s hands
both sicken me

autumn deepens the coach’s best days behind him

leaving the stadium wishing I believed in something

About rob scott

Rob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a peripatetic haiku poet who calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.


  1. HB – I could actually feel your pain.

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