One feathery…
Resplendent Cardinal
Straddles bough with family
Feeds babe, Mom looks on.
(I wish you could have seen Mom; she looked around as if to say, “As soon as this is done, I’m outta here.”)
The other furry…
Brown rabbit pauses
White-footed gray cat snoozes
Shared spot, different days.
(Though I like the rigors of Haiku, my verbiage couldn’t capture the incredible coincidence: What was it about a single location in an otherwise apparently similar expanse of grass that caused two unrelated mammals to light there on succeeding days? Was it merely coincidence? Or was there something they were privy to that I am not?)
Ah, the wonders of Nature!
Annie
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Perhaps if you have a lie down where that rabbit is, you might find out what’s so appealing about that space.
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A fine idea Denise, though one my imagination suggests is wrong for so many reasons!
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The whistle pig lay
The slightest gash in the head
T’was the reddest red
After short lament
We chucked him into the copse
where he once was safe
Upon this road again
a pancake of skin and bone
over the red spot
Oh I wonder how
a hairless meatless carcass
it’s place of death return
Ripley territory here but I didn’t know what a garden haiku until I googled it after reading the post. I passed 70 yesterday and this is the first ever for me. I thought about the grislier aspects of our nature story but a triple coincident.
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Well, happy birthday, Richard. In honor of the event, I shall excuse you for shrouding my effort to create a gentle Haiku duo in piggy roadkill poetry.😏
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Thank you! Being under considerable pressure ATM to explore our patch of nature. Eisenstein’s theory that postulates that what you see depends totally upon where you stand. It was in a light rain that we found the pigskin early in our trek so we hung it in a tree to wash/dry and a bit later we stood under a Mimosa tree in bloom practically swooning in perfume. I try to imagine what the boy that sees with his nose must think. ALL nature is beautiful even the destruction, you just need to know where to stand.
I like this place you built.
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I envy your haiku talent, Annie. I once went to an art exhibit where the artist had composed one beneath each painting which was a unique idea.
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Thank you, Joni. Some turn out better than others. I felt these needed a little prose bolstering. You may want to try you hand at it.
Yes, that exhibit does sound neat!
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Clearly the best way
To praise a two-mammal spot:
Haikuization!
Yet its brevity
Befits not explanation,
But feelings only.
(Actually, the act of writing haiku is called hiking — right?)
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👍…or perhaps “haiking.”
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OT but I went to a link you posted Intelligent Life Really Can’t Exist Anywhere Else which they gleaned from studying the one place they know it happened. It made me think what is one divided by infinity? They say you never forget calculus. Turns out it approaches zero. So math proves them right. But if you substitute the one with 10 billion it also approaches zero. My dog thinks humans are easy marks, not yet time to go all in on that intelligent life thing.
I think we agree that Dunning-Kruger is a problem for both the smart and the dumb.
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A flock of titmice
from branch to seeded perch alight
one by one a flight
lighter:)
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Wonderful haiku, Annie. It really looks like summer!
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Thank you, Matthew! I figure when I need prose to explain, I’m cheating…
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