Trees and flowers
below clouds above the creek
never looked the same.
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.
Posted in Haiku 2017, Photographs
Tagged haiku, photography, poetry, Sharp Shinned Hawk, wildlife
On and off the trail
they’ve learned to work together
and with us as well.
We dream of coasting
into a ripe green pasture
that wants for nothing.
Ripe April grasses
bellyhigh on the leaders
blind below their knees.
Mothers and babies,
pastoral dreams cross the green
with girls a horseback.
Stretched across the creek
for looks like herding humans,
not stampedes or floods.
Bowl full of croakers
deafening some dark spring night
with endless love songs.
No babysitter,
black night ours to navigate
like coyotes and owls.
Despite politics,
we all have work to do like
making rain repairs.
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