My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • batrachian haiku

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    in high grass by pond days removed from tadpole spawn frogs of dewy dawn 7-9-22

  • morning news

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    neck coiled beak sharp ready to strike blue heron waits standing still stalking shallow shadows waiting for breakfast to make a mistake you watch fascinated unable to look away 7-10-22

  • old age

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    Because the feral grey cat was not blessed with opposing thumbs and death knew where to perch so ticks could suck its neck, there was not one damn thing it could do to alleviate the itch. It did not lament impending death and went on living, hunting food, rolling in the dust, fleeing just beyond…

  • haiku summer

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    squirrels still wear fur earth tilts towards summer sun comes on skeeter wings ___ colors flit and flash ask the why of common names damsel or dragon ___ pray before breakfast get your walk in early, please find some shade and sit 7-16-22

  • haiku howdy

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    summer lies lazy like kudzu upon a fence all heavy and green new neighbor’s brown cat looks for shade along the fence under choking vine late morning coffee familiar roasted bitter bean speaks to me of home friend in Sunday clothes a sermon is their path – mine’s a reverent cat 7-17-22

  • viradescent haiku

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    squirrel climbs fence post surveys gentle good morning leaps up into green 7-31-22

  • Dog days of summer

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    These are the dog days of summer mornings so hot frogs are silent, turtles don’t bask on banks and the insect chorus is tacit. Except for one or two still trying to attract a mate; the rest have gone to ground to snuggle and breed, died from exhaustion or just delirious from the heat. Which…

  • Blue coffee cup

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    Before deep shadows grow into bright my blue coffee cup and I go for a walk. Red breasted robin lands at my feet, ambles forward on spindly legs in front of me. I veer left towards the pond; it rises up and flies off to my right. Birds don’t talk human and I don’t tweet…

  • night sounds

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    I am a thought of the green frog that hides in a tree in our front yard calling out come find me 8-7-22

  • Tanka for a hot summer night

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    sitting on the porch frogs call cadence in the dark possum waddles by neighbor’s grey cat cuts through yard late summer firefly ignites 8-7-22