Bird feeder swaying.
Red-headed finch,
flown off.
Chipmunk racing across the lawn.
He’s the king
of the whole yard!
Bully Orpington
plucks out neck feathers
of the poor Barnvelder. Sad!
Can I see chickens
off my redwood deck?
No, but I remember yesterday seeing Jess’s.
In a true haiku,
there’s not enough voice
to ask a question.
Cardinal songs nearby,
asking me if I'll ever get right about my life.
asking me if I'll ever get right about my life.
