animal haiku

February 9, 2025 § 1 Comment

nearly weightless it leaps

eyeing my broad bean seeds –

that darn squirrel

*

a hungry cow

calls out of the fog

then back she sinks

*

a rustle

two squeaks

then silence

*

heron haiku

February 9, 2025 § 2 Comments

in the icy stream

the skinny old heron

pecks its own shadow

~

on a Scottish loch

a soaring eagle

brightens the mountain

~

is that heron

being

or just sleeping?

~

haiku 75

June 19, 2024 § Leave a comment

the swifts shriek with glee

the red kite silently

circles the old oak

~

haiku 74

June 19, 2024 § 5 Comments

the skull of picked clean heron bone

points me home

it’s beak sharp and sure in my pocket

~

haiku 73

June 19, 2024 § Leave a comment

a curlew’s cry

fills the estuary

without paragraph

or full stop

~

haiku seventy two

May 7, 2024 § 4 Comments

behind the sofa

hundreds of tiny spiders –

should I sweep them up?

~

haiku seventy one

May 5, 2024 § 5 Comments

sleep curves

like a scallop in a shell –

dawn hardens me

~

haiku seventy

May 5, 2024 § 2 Comments

as the flood subsides

a single glow worm

wriggles in the moonlight

~

haiku sixty nine

April 29, 2024 § 5 Comments

april snap –

swallows

shrieked

came

went.

sweet peas

half dead in the cold frame

~

haiku sixty eight

April 29, 2024 § 2 Comments

my overflowing library

a stray cloud passes by

picture books carefully reshelved

~

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