Outhouse Haiku

Walking to outhouse Flies foam like unwashed summer: Noise everywhere The long walk is done Now sit in consternation- There is no paper The communal seat Has an impersonal feel- Think I have splinters A furious wasp Has homed in on my presence- Hunker down to hide Walking home again Feels much more satisfying Than the trip before Open outhouse door; A black widow has made home- Potty closed today The mice leave droppings As if they know what this place Is to be used for. There are no roses To be smelled opening door- Imagining helps Good ole days over; The outhouse now boarded up: Nature's habitat