My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • haiku of continuance

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    gander swims off shore somewhere in island high grass his mate warms their eggs 4-7-24

  • why I prefer ducks over geese

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    Goose honks like a semi blowing through a busy intersection, stands proud as a rooster on a barnyard fence I much prefer a gliding duck muttering to itself like Donald Duck and does not shit on the sidewalk 3-26-24

  • yellow tinted tanka

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    sights and sounds of spring birds sing love songs in the woods bright azaleas bloom yellow pollen coats the ground lone fisherman casts his line 3-15-24

  • Saturday rain

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    after rain strange bird swims upon water large bill and long neck geese and mallards glide to the other side and give it space only the heron seems unconcerned gentle rain returns concentric circles replicate to shore water fowl, turtles and frogs rejoice I walk home in the rain 3-9-24

  • haiku scat

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    cfblack
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    Canadian geese loud honking sphincter muscles go poop somewhere else 3-8-24

  • Wet walking

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    water drips from trees, drum rhythm all its own under a shelter by the pond rain returns beneath a lachrymal sky dimples wink open and closed oblivious to rain a pair of geese drift by you drain your coffee dry and step back into the wet 3-1-24

  • Pantomime of Jays

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    Two geese court on the pond. Solitary squirrel chases shadows in dry leaves. Mourning dove coos it’s sad, lonely call from the woods. Cardinals call from park to neighbor’s house and back, again. A party of blue jays silently celebrate In trees above your head Feral cat stares at squirrel, looks up at birds and…

  • In the garden

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    they say this is the year of the Dragon pishhh…why not call election years the year of the Rat ya know – the kind of rat that eats the core and leaves the scraps no more animal totems or mythology to explain prehistoric bones bleaching in the sun give me a thousand years of the…

  • Good citizens

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    clothes in the washer wind in the trees rain in the forecast crows pick at roadkill I’m in our side yard thinking of soldiers on every side good citizens following orders from someone who does not fight cannon fodder stripped of identity kill or be killed- statistics of war 2-24-24

  • Caravan of light

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    deep within the garden of the dead serried lines of plastic flowers gazebo by a pond black chairs on grey concrete white pillars hold up the roof where no one can see webbed feet paddle furiously ducks glide upon the surface heron stands sentinel along the shore walk the bank among the trees heron flies…