Tag Archives: haiku

BLACK PHOEBE

 

 

Neither trust nor fear
of us inhibits a hawk’s
delight on the lawn.

 ~

The Sharp Shinned Hawk has been making a living around the house for over two months and become our coffee and cocktail entertainment. We do all but applaud its low flap and glide aerobatics in pursuit of startled quail. Though probably only a temporary guest, we’ve become comfortable with one another’s tastes and habits. Not too persnickety, the Sharp Shinned Hawk taunts us with ground squirrels (dead or alive) quail and ringnecked dove. Last night, a Black Phoebe was the casualty.

 

PARTNERS

 

 

On and off the trail
they’ve learned to work together
and with us as well.

 

MOVING COWS 3

 

 

We dream of coasting
into a ripe green pasture
that wants for nothing.

 

MOVING COWS 2

 

 

Ripe April grasses
bellyhigh on the leaders
blind below their knees.

 

MOVING COWS

 

 

Mothers and babies,
pastoral dreams cross the green
with girls a horseback.

 

PLASTIC WATERGAP

 

 

Stretched across the creek
for looks like herding humans,
not stampedes or floods.

 

TREE FROG POLLYWOGS

 

 

Bowl full of croakers
deafening some dark spring night
with endless love songs.

 

EVENING MOONSET

 

 

No babysitter,
black night ours to navigate
like coyotes and owls.

 

ROBIN AFTER RAIN

 

 

Despite politics,
we all have work to do like
making rain repairs.

 

WITH RAIN

 

 

Smoking curlicues,
dancing citronella flame—
evening mosquitoes.