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…
Category: fauna
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….
Haikai Challenge #152: katydid (kirigirisu) — Katydid serenade
Grass-coated crickets serenade late August’s moon – silver ears listen. image link here Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says: This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to the katydid (kirigirisu).
Doodads — road trip — Felt Mansion
Yesterday I took a road trip to The Felt Mansion. Although I had JUST put new batteries in the camera, AND the camera was a trooper until the end of my walk around the property, when I looked at the pictures, only 25% or so showed up. This is a major disappointment because most of…
What do you see # 41 — Orphan’s lament
Mama and I one sunny afternoon were climbing in the branches of the pomegranate tree and savoring the sweet juicy fruit when we heard a rustling in the bushes below. Mama carried me on her back to a higher limb and put me on a thick part where I could cling and gave me…
Tao-Talk 