My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • Old fruit

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    blue wings dip and soar above reflected sky flit from red to yellow to green leaves back and forth back and forth and back, again are they playing or courting? maybe both scolding voice, passerine cousins of crows, their only flaw 11-4-23

  • Frost warning

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    Steam rises from warm roofs Someone’s dog barks to come inside Crows call caution from woods Be careful on frost covered grass or you may fall on your… 10-31-23

  • Rudolph’s haiku

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    backyard venison do not fear city hunters gun control saves lives 10-29-23

  • not today

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    tic …toc tic ….toc TOC pine cone falls at feet squirrel chatters overhead I kick it Into the street think maybe the furry rodent might get hit by a passing car smile at the capricious nature of life step into the street kick the pine cone back into the yard think not on my watch…

  • For want of sunlight

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    grey in shadows hunter assumes a sniper’s pose you wait for the kill look away SPLASH fish in mouth heron rises up in air blue in sunlight 10-27-23

  • Autumn morning

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    blue sky floats upon still water red gold tree stands among the green crisp Autumn morning my friends enjoy the change I much prefer the heat of summer but cannot stop the roll of seasons small bird skims the pond sets reflections all a quiver energy dissipates to shore bird skims the water’s surface, again…

  • feeding chickens haiku

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    like middle school kids chicken squabble and complain even in the rain 10-14-23

  • Wednesday’s haiku

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    sip your blue cup dry squirrels have finished breakfast brush nutshells from rail 10-11-23

  • Truth?

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    I do not know the difference between an omen, an augury or happenstance and don’t believe the dictionary’s testimony is the only truth or final word this morning, after prayer a coal black humming bird hovered near my head, landed on a small branch, sat still, stared at me a bit, then rose up, hovered…

  • A free meal is never free

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    barking dog welcomes daylight lone bird calls in the bush …failure to communicate a fenced animal cannot understand freedom It only wants to be set free 10-1-23