Category: Birds
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haiku for Sunday’s ambient music soundtrack
dog barks, chainsaw whines basketballs thump, mower drones birds call back and forth 6-7-20
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for Marie
Marie lived in the big house she was born in. She had a baby grand in the parlor and cookies in the kitchen. She was my mother’s friend. She was the pianist for the Masonic hall. She told me I had a good voice. There was a picture on her mantle, of a young woman…
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Vignettes from Friday’s fire pit
Junk mail and old receipts make good kindling From the end of a rotted log a beetle crawls out Stands on a brick and races off before it gets too hot On its way to the park a calico with a belled collar walks quietly through your yard A woman walks by on the street…
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Cover songs
Mockingbird roosts on lichen covered branch performs his best Cardinal songs Three red birds sit in the distance enthralled You wonder if his partner is into role play Or does a good cover song make her want to dance You can deal with cover songs As long as he doesn’t sing Free Bird or Wagon…
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Out of Minnesota
Richard Attenborough narrates another documentary A pride of lions singles out a member of the herd You feel empathy for the hunted held by the neck bleating until limp and dead Torn apart on screen The camera turns Cream-colored lions with their cubs in the sun bellies full King of the Serengeti admires his children…
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reflection
while night birds softly awaken the sun you try once again to empty the emotion of loss ___ the anger and arrogance anger of caring so much you hate your gift ___ you sing notes in your head you feel the reverberation inside roll off your tongue into the air ___ you caress notes and…
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Foraging the forest during the pandemic
Each morning, when the red-crested woodpecker calls out, again and again and again he puffs his chest goes tchurrrrrr-charr-charr-charr tchurrrrr-charr-charr-charr-chiiirl….. In the debris of the forest floor morels spring up like yachts and private jets feeding on corporate welfare rot Senate scattered for Wall Street handlers In mossy rust-belt northern woods we call them peckerheads…
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woodpecker haiku
waiting for drum roll wood peckers pipe mating calls trees drip last night’s rain https://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?fr=yfp-t… 5-20-20
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and I think it’s going to rain today
(stream of consciousness poem) On my sixty-eighth birthday a tropical depression spins offshore and the forecast is for rain all week and I worry about whole beaches being torn from the shore and the song ‘And I Think It’s Going To Rain Today’ is caught in the riptide in my head and I curse Randy…
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