My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • Backyard buck

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    Behind my battered backyard fence, bent boughs, bold bamboo, brazen kudzu begin their annual green grab…again. Morning moves slowly over moss. With singing saw and steel bit I split saplings in two and battle brush. -Suddenly- Through the green, a big, bewildered, broad-chested, bristle-boned buck bounds down the brambled bank. Dry leaves dance. My heart…

  • Ellipsis

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    Sometimes, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between signal and song. I say your name, the moment hesitates… a bird suspended in the grammar of air. The world stutters with wobbled gyrations… in the fragile delay I feel you. Silent promise, our hearts buffer… that small spinning pause between patience and devotion. 3-9-26 Tonight…

  • Resist

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    When Sylvester stalks the bird feeder, Tweety Bird keeps a watchful eye, refuses to give in to fear, or let the bastard win. 3-9-26

  • january haiku

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    feathered friends shiver store bought seed suspended from tree bird feeder café 1-18-26

  • Autumn

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    through falling leaves you stand alone I would say hello but I am afraid I may startle you so I stand alone hoping you don’t see me through falling leaves 11-1-25

  • Merlin’s haiku

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    beautiful blue jay wears opera diva’s robe but can’t sing a note 9-30-25

  • Rain

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    Morning rain rattles in gutters and drains, washes the street, pushes tired leaves from limbs, resuscitates thirsty moss. Somewhere offshore a hurricane spins, spawns riptides, pulls sand from beaches, keeps disappointed tourists inside. The forecast says the storm will miss us. But other storms more dangerous than this gather out where we can’t see. While…

  • empty haiku

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    sit on daughter’s deck birds sing in the deep green woods empty bird feeder 9-13-25

  • Tailless lizard

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    High above a plane glistens in fading light, crescent moon visible in blue sky. Plane and moon pass by each other or so is seems from where I sit. Tailless lizard walks by on porch screen. Does it know I cannot reach it through the screen or is its arrogance why it is a tailless…

  • Bird wake

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    mourning dove coos in a bush sorrowful for its loss or does it feel mine? 8-29-25