dVerse — Poetics 435 — The Band, In Concert

  It’s the beginning of January and in the middle of the night, when all is still except for the low chatter coming from the latest netflix episode from the latest series. One cat sleeps on my lap and one cat sleeps under my right arm on the couch, warm and dreaming of hunts in…

dVerse — Poetics 432 — Squirrel Hunting in the Mountains

Armed with a Canon’s telefoto,sturdy-soled hikers, and a canteenI march forward, led by sun-crackledcottonwood and half-ground beech.Squirrel hunting in the mountainsmeans tracking under treelines,craning for oak-nestand pine-needled apples.Mid-winter Sol stirs their bellies;groggy they crawl, head first.Aboriginal-headed, the many-pelted,silvered, burnt-oranged, blackedcoat warms me, but wool worksas I trudge white tracks backto build a mighty slide show….

dVerse — 3 little words — The Feeder

She feeds them in a quiet place Where willows droop; they know her face. Her pail with net, cracked corn, sharp spear; Unsensed the trap, fins swim sans fear. Death strung on lace. Her zinnias smile when she returns, Their hungry sway in copper urns, The roses arch with ruby grace In trellised dance; they…

#Haikai Challenge #159/#160: Fall Foliage/Goose (Kari) — winged company

They waddle cushioned green feedbeds, nibbling new shootsin crisp autumn air. They rise as one, one pink dawn,Wings in formation, on the way…     The Aleutian Canada Goose is mostly a herbivore, and is a primary consumer. They eat: grasses, berries, sedges, aquatic vegetation, legumes, succulents, clover, cultivated grains, corn, wheat, barley, soybean, and…

dVerse — haibun — day schemes, moon dreams

  As Autumn weather cools things down in the Northern hemisphere, woodpeckers get ravenous and attack the silent suet cakes with increased vigor. Unfortunately, their enthusiasm has been more keen than usual this year as they look for tasty snacks they imagine are hiding in the wood siding of the house. They may be doing…

#Haikai Challenge #156: new coolness (shinryoo)

Mama leads five jakesDawdled pecking crosst the roadPapa follows, lookoutAutumn’s new coolness arrivesWarm feathered huddles in night trees   This morning on my trip to the library, I waited and watched a family of turkeys crossing the road. It seems a little late for jakes, but what do I know. Note: Adult male turkeys are…

dVerse — prosery 16 — Night Feeders

In their dreams they sleep with the moon.–From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River” Once pampered, now refugees, at dawn they slink in grimy, forgotten shadows of Oldtown to their den until dusk falls. Their fortress is woven with plastic, glass, and metal discarded by the giver-of-treats who will never again pet their once-luxurious fur….