Red-blooded bird
Black mask stealing
Her olive heart
Full speed ahead
Swift wings chasing
Strong wings
Her tangerine mouth
Mocks that lovely feathered cone
Atop that busy head
She forages below
What does she know
He thinks
Tag Archives: Birds
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Was that photographed tree
Standing strangely tall above the tree line
An old soul of a sapling
Was he?
Were the smallest birds smart
Drawing near to his clear air up there
Beckoned by his branches -come, play!
Were they?
Will people seek solace
Called by common-ground conscience
Hearing his cry -come up high!
I cannot ask anymore
Songbirds in the Grey
Amidst the aches
I heard birds
Jubilate
So frantic in song
To provoke my best
And ask me to stretch
My mind so to hear
That we and that they
Are not the usual suspects
Thy Why: A Haiku
When asked of your “Why”
Know that it’s tied to your ilk
Fixed to your feathers
This Haiku: Come. Fate.
Just the ordained walk
With all those sweet souls who’ve loved
In This world and That
This Haiku: Find Each Friend
The best feathers, friend
You fly fierce, soaring with hope
Breathe with me good bird
This Haiku: Let Birds Serenade
Gently awaken
Rouse, then reach for the sunshine
Take the time to bloom
This Haiku: Dewey Feet
I’m imagining
You taste like fresh-cut green grass
With Sugar swirled in
This Haiku: My Window
Robins’ Cardinals’
Hawks’ and Owls’ sweet songs replaced
By bless’d Waterfowl’s
My window is graced
I’ve thought to lure the song in
Would that be a sin
This Haiku: Holdouts
Bird friends bounce near ice
Like tick’ling piano keys
Willing it to melt
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