Category: Birds
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haiku while reading Smithsonian
Andean glass frogs thrive free from prying eyes – don’t ask me how they mate 1-9-25
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Fourteen lines
Poem written for a workshop I host; the prompt was Nature: Because I refuse to count my beats And play with rhyming schemes These fourteen lines will never be A fucking sonnet nature poem Carolina wren song ascends Clear notes welcome in the day Dew sparkles during morning prayer Soon it may become ice crystal…
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mount up and fly
you don’t need a pin through your abdomen or gutted and stuffed by taxidermist to prove you are a special being and in danger of becoming extinct mount up and fly while you still can 12-9-24
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haiku of hope
high up on a branch unafraid its perch may break a crow croaks, caw, caw 12-6-24
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Autumn wood glow
low flying helicopter across the face of the moon chases witches from the sky deer stands under street light possum waddles along fence neighbor waves from his porch late season tree frogs sing add another log to the fire and I oblige 10-24-23
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Weather report from the Eastern steppes
Carolina wren calls in trees weatherman promises rain by noon chill water wrung from clouds cause more leaves to fall from their perch were they pushed or coerced to leap only Vladimir’s minions know 11-20-24
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lazy day haiku
weet, weet, bo weet, weet woods drip liquid red bird calls I inhale the morning 5-10-24
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review of new recruits
this morning resident geese paraded six goslings in single file a band of frogs on mud banks played poor covers of John Philip Sousa I paid attention to their passing while deep in green undergrowth birds wouldn’t stop talking 5-6-24
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breakfast haiku
high above my head blue heron perched in a tree fresh fish for breakfast 4-27-24
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haiku in ESL
green, green, good morning love in the language of birds longing, lust and need 4-16-24
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