Category: Birds
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haiku before the storm
wren sings southern songs sky growls about summer heat maybe it will rain 8-22-26
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Ecdysis
fling your feelings of unworthiness into the void this is not an act of despair this is finding the space to grow _____ finding the space to grow throw your feelings of unworthiness into the void shed despair like an old snake’s skin 6-25-26
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Of the Pond
yesterday’s rain paints water a dull, muddy gray the sun catches a lone mallard’s V-shaped wake light reflects gold before the ripple dissipates back into the dull, muddy gray of last night’s rain 6-19-26
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haiku of swelter
geese swim the shadows I watch from a shady bench drake rests in high grass 6-13-26
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seas of light
too hot to swim ducks and geese rest in cattail shadows in the shade of my yard I rest, call friends and wonder if the dead never leave us and are just resting in the shade of this life before they begin to swim in seas of light upon light 6-9-26
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Murder of crows
just a stroll in the park not a power walk woodpecker churls in tree no staccato drumming you sit on a bench by the pond savor a bite of apple ask the Creator to quide your words refine your craft to service high in trees crows fly back and forth back and forth caw –…
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rescue dogs
Rescue dogs press ribs against chain link fences. Hunger grows fur and learns to whimper. Each carries a story written in mange, cigarette burns, missing ears, limps that predicted rain. When anyone lifts their hand too quickly, a brindled mutt hides beneath a plastic chair. Volunteers call them damaged, but the dogs still wagged their…
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Thick and muddy
This morning the pond is thick and muddy; turtles still must extend their heads above the water to breathe. Geese teach goslings how to swim and dive for food. Mallards rest quiet on shore, while cattails grow slender and tall. Trees shake last night’s rain upon my head as I count the name of Light…
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sitting on a shady bench
damsel flies flit along the water turtles snorkel near the surface lone mallard casts wary eye at geese and goslings squirrel ventures close, covets my apple core on the bench ant carries morsel twice its size shy lily blossoms open on pads green cattails stand sentinel while last year’s pods shed wooly seeds I wait…
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