Feathery I

I think I’ll spend Saturday
As an injured bird
That had fallen the Friday before
Should Sunday
Be gifted to me
A Phenix I think I will be

This Haiku: Finally

Morning said softly:
Oh you Phenix bird rising,
Slide up, grace the day.
“Silly With Camera” August 2015

The Infinite Sky
I’d wondered where I’d hear them
The ancient birds’ songs