Category: Birds
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Cassie’s hat
sunrise, thirty degrees, take your blood pressure meds and crawl back in bed 9 am, put on Cassie’s hat, grab coffee in a blue cup and walk to the park watch mallards rush to safety on the other side of the pond as you approach return from the park, your father’s voice demands to know…
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haiku of an autumn pond
mallards cruise near shore in the reeds two herons court frogs and turtles sleep 12-1-22
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haiku for Mondays
squirrel falls from tree plop…gets up and runs away climbs the tree, again 11-7-22
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Murder she wrote
Gloomy overcast morning, you daydream Angela Langsbury walking her dog in the park across the street. She calls out and waves. You call back frantically you are too young to die and to stay on her side of the street. As she walks away; you call out, “…and don’t forget to scoop,” rise from your…
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Dog chases tail
9 am on a November Sunday feels like 10 am Daylight Savings Time hibernates for the winter 25 hour day and I still can’t catch my tail 11-6-22
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Don’t listen with your eyes
blue jay swoops wide-spread tail and wings white tips and black accents breaks its flight nestles on green limb opens its mouth and squawks nuthatch flits hops about the trunk of trees squeaks and sings in descants mockingbird role plays aggressively guards its space sings whatever the hell it pleases of the three I much…
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Walk inside the warm
Last night you woke to the sound of northern winds in southern pines, the furnace chugging dollar bills and barfing BTU’s in the hall, while a dog howled two doors down to be let back inside. You had been dreaming you were chosen to shoot a basketball – something about winning money for a homeless…
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Friday morning bird watching haiku
happily retired you wonder if franchise lunch still tastes like boredom 10-16-22
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Allah’u’abha
Mallards glide by, you wonder if it’s the same pair geese chased off last spring. Blue heron roosts in low branches; shy dog walker, who never speaks, calls out good morning. Heron rises up in flight. You wonder if it’s an omen; fish splash in peripheral vision. Letters of the Living send guidance – finish…
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Alice of the psilocybes
ask rabbits where do sylvan citizens store long winter’s hibernation dreams they wiggle their ears and snort, beware of talking caterpillars and grinning cats reshuffle the deck drop out and fold drop in, again cut your luck and ask Alice, I think she’ll know 10-11-22
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