Category: Birds
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lunchtime haiku
wind chime sings to breeze tiny bird at my feet eats a savory lunch 5-19-26
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Abandoned rooms
Before he threw his rock he did not know or understand Shattered panes of glass would allow birds to fly in and out Build their nests in abandoned rooms or he would have thrown his rock sooner 5-18-26
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Sonic voyeurism
Cardinals call back and forth Mourning doves coo in woods Blue jays squabble at anything that comes close Neighbor’s little dogs yap on their deck Owls call from tree tops – Night is coming! Tree frogs reply – Yes, the night is coming! Somewhere in the distance sirens call Get out of my way, I’m…
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rainy day haiku
rain in the morning means no dawn wake up arias or bird feeder songs 5-7-26
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haiku of a hungry bird
red bird on the fence complains that I sit too close to the bird feeder 5-4-26
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Nest of leaves
sun bleached bench pine cone nests on leaves you think maybe a squirrel has hidden it in plain sight or maybe it fell in the night and landed there like you fell in the night and landed here neither of you had control over the decision to exist and neither of you has control over…
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Eddie Albert at the Green Acres General Store
In this great, green, good morning Carol is up early and in her office, while I lie in bed listening to the day. An app on my phone lists birds that live in our neighborhood and feed at the bird cafe suspended in our yard. Twelve species light up the screen. A Northern Cardinal and…
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Backyard buck
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…
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Ellipsis
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…
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Resist
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
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