Category: animals
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Park bench haiku
birds sing morning praise I walk slow towards a park bench squirrels race up trees 2-14-23
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Easter resistance
groundhog feeds along the treeline, cardinal in the grass, congregation of deer gather at the garden shed birds sing hallelujah to the sun Easter in the Allegheny mountains before the trees go green I don’t care about a resurrection or rolling away the stone; give me the calming of the waters, healing the sick, cleansing…
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Silent night
in early evening frogs call back and forth back and forth among the trees late at night frogs go quiet and only the moon and stars ask questions of the trees did their voices give out or did they give in and talking is no longer needed? 4-14-25
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Questions for my ancestor
When did the first fish crest spy the shore and believe dry land was an option? And how many generations before that first step and how many more generations until cruise ships became all the rage? 4-14-25
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After the downpour
All day and all night the rain washed pollen from the air. Maybe the world will breath a little easier. In the downpour frogs still call, “Over here, over here, I am all alone,” sounds of love within the flood. Listen to the thrashing in rain, while Dow Jones swirls in the drain on its…
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haiku from our daughter’s front porch
squirrels twerk on fence chickens cackle good morning voyeur sun in trees 2-21-23
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Mayor of the crescent moon
crescent moon hooks sharp ends into the horizon pulls a blanket slowly over the sun campaigning for re-election Mick O’Possum waddles down the street while deer look both ways before crossing racoon scavenges trash for hors d’oeuvres feral cat strolls nonchalantly through a yard doesn’t care enough to vote 2-2-25
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haiku while reading Smithsonian
Andean glass frogs thrive free from prying eyes – don’t ask me how they mate 1-9-25
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mount up and fly
you don’t need a pin through your abdomen or gutted and stuffed by taxidermist to prove you are a special being and in danger of becoming extinct mount up and fly while you still can 12-9-24
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