a bird in flight that leaves no trace – the touch of knowing does not grab, but leaves things as they are traceless bird – to know you, & leave you as you are Source “Like a bird in flight that leaves no trace, the touch of knowing does not grab but leaves things as […]
a new canopy unfurls & butcherbird practices her song response to haiku horizons prompt ‘leaf’
Yesterday, on my third day of leave I sat in the long grass, in the shade of our callistemon and right next to the new chook run my daughter and I made the day before. I was exhausted from an hour’s digging, so I sat very still and quiet for a while. Still enough and […]
Drab little bird of brown and blue your mate is dressed in a brilliant hue, so why does he stay so close to you? ‘He honours the power of my song for when the fearful night is done I sing the rising of the sun.’
maggie and me, sharing breakfast in the garden. her song!
Ursus sung. Ursus sung suns. Ursus’ suns spun. Ursus sung blush`d plums. `n Ursus sung lull`n` hums.
Safe in the trees, the crows watch the chooks finish their brekky. If Loki was here she would hawk-hurtle the hens and scatter them across the yard. She would glide to her favourite branch to sit and laugh. I’d laugh with her. But Loki is gone, and the rest of the crows mutter and wait.
Loki was a crow and also my friend. She had a sense of humour – she would swoop the chooks to give them a fright, and hang around the BBQ to pinch stuff when my back was turned. I once tricked her by leaving a closed but empty egg carton on the BBQ table… she […]
one for the chooky-ladies who give me clucks and squawks, funniness and eggs two for the black and white feathered brigade who eat the grubs and bugs in the garden and sing so cheerfully three for the wee wonders the tiny blue and blacks and brown and reds who cling so daintily on fine little […]