Category: Birds
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Homeward bound
The day before, the day before The day before, yesterday I found you staring up at the sun On the side of the road Neck stretched, arms and legs splayed Everything you owned on your back Shell crushed flat. Hungry birds had not found you And flies had not come yet To lay eggs in…
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feral cat side yard video game haikus
Level One – in yard Black Tail stalks bright blue feathers Jay Bird flits away Level Two – on wall Black tail leaps at feathered toosh Crashes upon the ground Level Three – up tree Resident Evil climbs slow Bird flees – Game Over 4-27-21
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Haiku Meditation on a Sunday Morning Sitting by the Remains of Last Night’s Fire with a Cup of Coffee Watching Birds in the Park Across the Street at Sunrise
1) Sunday morning shoes canvas loafers don’t need shined Dad would not approve 2) ash remembers fire when flames don’t stay the night trees filter morning 3) crow stares with one eye red birds forage for breakfast jays flash blue on green 4-18-21
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Looking for an omen
An hour before the sun Owl hoots in your backyard tree Two longs, two shorts, a long and a short Over and over and over Maybe it’s wearing ear buds And talking to an owl on the other side of town Or maybe, when it’s agitated, it talks to itself, too You get out of…
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Stopping to feast along a gravel road
1) Rancid meat only vultures crave; they never wait their turn to tear flesh from bones of what remains. I slow down to avoid interrupting the feast and wonder, if vultures eat vulture roadkill or leave it for the crows. 2) On my office shelf sits mom’s old schoolbook, 101 Famous Poems, copyright 1929. Sometimes,…
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rise and kiss the bottom of the sky
owl moves from tree to tree calling to the dark pregnant possum looks both ways before it waddles into the street mockingbirds sing hallelujah chorus at 4 am woodpecker swoops low at day break cat abandons breakfast reservation blue jays dance among azaleas fish rise and kiss the bottom of the sky 4-8-21
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meditations on the killing of Lorca
between the rise and fall the honk and wail of distant sirens high above the drone of ritual leaf blowing by bright vested park employees I still discern the call and response of birds chanting to the morning while on the ground looking up waiting for one of them to make a mistake a feral…
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a wall
a wall never kept a hungry animal or a fleeing deer on the other side they always find a way to go around or over or burrow underground 4-4-21
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