Category Archives: Birds

Haiku–Recognition

Recognition flies in the face of memory; the blackbird alights. (top: bigthink.com; blackbird: allaboutbirds.org)

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Frame of Reference

Framed by reference: to conform or depart, leaving a trail of bread in my wake. Fearful of the limb end and of not getting lost, I walk on. The familiar holds little comfort, yet the wild universe feels like home. … Continue reading

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Blank Page

The blank page stares. It knows your weakness, is your weakness. It knows how you felt when you shot that small songbird when you were ten. It knows how you were drawn: smudged charcoal lines, very little ink, almost no … Continue reading

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Haiki–Topped Golf Bird

White-tailed Junco flies low, a worm-burner golf shot; my old truck chuckles. (sitting: birds-of-north-america.net; flying: flickr.com)

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Haiku–Robin Morning

World of wet drying; sky blue-grey, sun soon coming. Robins sing to me.   (upper left: hangul.com; upper right: mljohnson.org; robin: learner.org)

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Haiku–For Chickadees

Small bird, black and white; Chickadees invented flit. Their quick is lovely.   (left from leahtift.com; right from johnmartinphotography.com)

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Double Haiku–Tracks and Ties

Wind chill howls the cut; tracks and ties a frozen stretch; hands hide in warm down. Breathing plumes a fog seen by the falcon flying out of vapor’s reach. (tracks by Leora Wenger (leoraw.com); falcon from falconnippers.com)

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Buddy Elks Out an Existence

(Note: Travel day today. We’re headed 993 miles north, back to the northwest winter. I’m okay with that.–jrs) Dear Biped, Lots of grass to eat today. We’re in that big meadow behind your house, which is mostly dark and has … Continue reading

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