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CCI
Vaughn Seward
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A caterpillar
hangs from its middle...
robin's beak.
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CCII
Zhanna P. Rader
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First snow —
and here they are,
the red-breasted bullfinches.
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CCIII
Vaughn Seward
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A fat pigeon
struts at our feet...
oh, how tame!
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CCIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Dusk —
a cardinal's "tswick-tswick!" cuts
through the window glass.
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CCV
Vaughn Seward
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A still morning
at the end of summer...
magpie's caw.
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CCVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Winter dusk —
starlings fill
the cypress.
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CCVII
Vaughn Seward
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Street lamps...
each seagull stands
at attention.
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This is a distiguished series. Every poem is as precious as a pearl. However, this poem is stunning. It drove me to ponder, and this is a sign of creativity.
~Rita |
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CCVIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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Thanksgiving Day —
sharing the slice of bread
with a sparrow.
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CCIX
Hugh Bygott
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Sounds of wither'd leaves —
how tame it is to his hand;
this wild swan at dusk.
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| An imagined haiku inspired from a story from the life of St Hugh of Lincoln 1135-1200. The legend claims that this swan, ferocious to others, guarded him while he slept. HB |
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CCX
Vaughn Seward
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Autumn afternoon...
thirty or forty seagulls
circle overhead.
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CCXI
Hugh Bygott
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Long neck held straight,
a swan flies toward the sunset . . .
winter silhouette.
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CCXII
Vaughn Seward
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First snowfall...
a tuft of feathers hang
on the birdhouse hole.
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CCXIII
Hugh Bygott
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With perfect arcs
it passes the envious day moon . . .
a tireless Swift.
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| There is an ambiguity here. Certainly, the motion of the bird is the reference. However, the shape of the wings of a Swift is also important. These wings are beautifully adapted for flight such that a Swift can fly all day and even roost in flight. HB |
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CCXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Robins —
the cat pretends
to be indifferent.
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Perhaps, it might be interesting to those writing about birds that the most used birds in our haiku sequence were:
cardinal (5 times)
crow (4 times)
geese (4 times)
heron (4 times)
jay, blue - that is bluejay (4 times)
mockingbird (4 times)
robin (10 times)
seagulls (5 times)
sparrow (5 times)
stonechat (4 times)
swallow (9 times)
swan (5 times)
wren (5 times)
We write mainly about the birds we see. :)
Robins and swallows have won the race. :)
( '< Zhanna
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I love blue herons, but other kinds of birds interest me as well. I am interested in the birds I see before me and I am trying to learn their names. So many of the birds, such as the crow and goose, have become cliches in poetry. It is hard to write about them. But less common birds and their habits are excellent fodder for poetry.
the slate-backed junco—
a little bit of storm cloud
hopping around my yard
Previously appeared in Nisqually Delta Review, Winter/Spring, 2007.
On a night like this,
not even the owls
have anything to say.
Previously appeared in Haiku Harvest, Spring/Summer, 2006.
low tide,
ducks and yachts
coast into the marina
Previously appeared in Clouds Peak, Fall, 2006.
Traffic radio,
"Wild turkeys in the road."
Rush hour, country style.
Previously appeared in 'Wandering the County,' Honorable Mention, Lighthouse Poetry Contest, 2006.
~K~
Kei, I 've enjoyed your bird haiku. I, too, have a bunch of bird haiku published. Here are some of them:
Front yard to backyard,
taking the sprinkler
and the robins
(New Cicada, v.5, #1)
Cardinal
changing the tree,
changing the trills
(Wind Chimes, #23)
Spring morning--
a cardinal fights its image
in the hubcap
(Yellow Moon, 25 Aug, '04)
How soon they’re gone –
the bread crumbs and the sparrows
I began to sketch
(Cicada, v.3, #4)
Zhanna P. Rader |
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CCXV
Vaughn Seward
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Snowflakes settle
on eggshells and feathers —
robin's nest.
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| The end to the story of one year's cycle is symbolized by snowflakes falling and covering the artifacts of chicks hatching, leaving the nest, and flying South. The cycle is thereby renewed for another year. VHS |
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CCXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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No time for yard work —
a brown thrasher,
raking my leaves...
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CCXVII
Hugh Bygott
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In the summer dusk
a Golden Oriole listening ...
a flute plays its name.
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CCXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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All around,
winter-white, but the goldfinch
at the feeder...
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CCXIX
Vaughn Seward
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Telephone wire...
a sparrow joins three,
another leaves.
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CCXX
Zhanna P. Rader
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The blackbirds swoosh
up to the pines, down to the grass
again... and again...
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CCXXI
Vaughn Seward
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a sparrow glides
over the empty birdbath —
winter morning
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CCXXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Setting sun —
the blackbirds on the wire
change places.
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CCXXIII
Vaughn Seward
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A magpie nest
among bare branches...
grey sky.
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CCXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Summer morning —
a bluejay cleans its beak
against a birch branch.
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CCXXV
Hugh Bygott
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Winter evening —
the rooks waiting to perch,
respect the temple bell.
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CCXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Appalachians —
a vulture glides in circles
through the blue haze.
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CCXXVII
Michele Harvey
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winter harbor
first here then there
a diving cormorant
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beautiful, well written haiku, michelle
robert wilson |
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CCXXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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A canary sings
outside the window —
MY canary?!
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CCXXIX
Michele Harvey
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following flight
a summer goldfinch song
rises and falls
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CCXXX
Vaughn Seward
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A gray jay
finds a sunflower shell...
empty feeder.
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CCXXXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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October dusk —
a cardinal's "tswick-tswick!"
cuts through the panes.
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CCXXXII
Billie Dee
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setting moon
the heron's head
snakes beneath a wing
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CCXXXIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Windows open —
cheerful "cluck-cluck"
from the yard...
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CCXXXIV
Vaughn Seward
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Snowy field —
a boreal owl flies into
a collapsing barn.
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| Boreal owls inhabit northern parts of North America, Europe and Russia. Their habitat varies but includes mostly old-growth forests with woodpecker cavities for nesting. Southern populations tend to occur in high subalpine forests. They have been known to seek shelter in abandoned buildings when the weather is inclement. -VHS |
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CCXXXV
Dana-Maria Onica
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...a magpie,
stealing the sun twinkles
from the mud
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CCXXXVI
Vaughn Seward
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I pass by some
bread crumbs...the pigeons
take no notice.
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CCXXXVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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A tired goose
leaves the V formation —
two others land with him.
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| This is my 102nd haiku in this sequence. |
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CCXXXVIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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robins' first flight —
in my cupped hands
the clumsiest...
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| Thank you, Dana-Maria. Real nice. Zhanna |
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CCXXXIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Cloudy sky —
the geese flocks fly
closer to the ground.
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CCXL
Vaughn Seward
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A northern shrike
settles into an old nest...
Spring's return.
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CCXLI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Geese... their honking
touches off my primitive
urge to follow.
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CCXLII
Michele Harvey
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barely audible
between soughing pines
the hushed owls
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CCXLIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Honking geese —
the wind combs grasses
southward.
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CCXLIV
Dana-Maria Onica
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blue ceiling —
the restlessness
of the pet bird
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CCXLV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Going to bed at dawn,
"chirp-chirp"-protected
with ear plugs.
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CCXLVI
Billie Dee
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April sky —
the white-tailed kite's
expectant beak
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CCXLVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Kayaking —
Canada geese paddle
in the reeds.
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CCXLVIII
Vaughn Seward
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Our shouts echo
long after we're gone...
mocking bird.
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CCXLIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Saguaro cactus —
a Gila woodpecker
digs a nesting hole.
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CCL
Dana-Maria Onica
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a fence to fix —
the woodpecker leaves
the team
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