birds – Page 6 – One Woman's Quest

Bald Eagle

I am in awe of the eagles who have made our neighbourhood home. To see them up close is such a blessing.

For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day, and for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: pure/ serene.)

Canada Goose

Imitate Nature,
the guru said,
observe and learn.

Geese, I notice,
are loud, messy,
and communal.

Move slowly
without shame,
protest likewise.

Not sure I aspire
to goose-like behavior,
but balance would be good.

(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day.)

Heron Reflection

Silent as the Great Blue,
Autumn hues creep
shifting the landscape
altering my mood.

Do feathers quiver
at the ensuing chill,
or is it merely human
this seasonal affect?

(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day)

A spot of red
and dash of yellow
bandana masked eyes
how you transport me
to simpler times –
childhood days
when you and I
wiled away hours
hidden deep
beneath summer
canopies – maple,
beech and willow –
listened for whispers
on the wind,
searched for treasure
on rocky creek bottom.

Years since our paths
have crossed like this,
have you returned
as reminder –
your sweetness
a blessing, now
that I only linger
at woods’ edge?

No matter the reason,
I am content
that we meet again,
my friend of old.

(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day. Photo from personal collection.)

Bird of Prey

Unexpected,
this encounter –
piercing golden eyes
a coat of mottled feathers,
a new visitor to our river –
not sure who is more startled.

(Smaller than the bald eagle, this bird of prey was perched riverside. Suspect it is a red-tailed hawk. For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day.)

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Hello Indigo!

Perched treetop high
plump Indigo releases
a sumptuous song.

(Submitted for Granny Shot It’s bird of the day and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku challenge: plump/ luscious. Image of Indigo Bunting from personal collection.)

A Bird’s Eye View

It’s a bird’s perspective I envy –
the ability to perch up high,
balanced no matter the weather,
unaffected by the drama below –
I shall never know such calm,
being afraid of heights.

(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: perspective.)

Chickadee

A rustle, a song
chick-a-dee-dee-dee
my heart thrills

black cap
and grey back
he branch hops

delightful antics
chick-a-dee-dee-dee
my camera snaps.

(Granny Shot It is hosting a Bird Of The Day challenge, so I’ve decided to hop on Fridays.)

Rainstorm

Rain teases, trickles,
more sweat than shower
air thick and smothering
sits on my chest.

I exhale in puffs
willing chest to rise
begrudging this outing

Cardinal whistles
happy scales, while
somber sky squeezes
a single droplet
kisses my skin
and then explodes
pellet-like missiles
of water soaking

clothes cling
as a river traces
contours of face
body melting
into flow

and through it all
cardinal sings
a laughing melody.

Feathered Presence

Fierce and majestic,
the bald eagles scour
the river, while I,
in awe stand witness.

Last year,
it was a mated pair
whose white crowns
commanded audience

Now, the offspring,
perches princely
claims this tract
and my allegiance

Feathered grandeur
and piercing eyes
a royal presence
somehow coherent.

(Inspired by the promptings of Ragtag Community: prince, and Fandango’s: coherent. Also linking up with Granny Shot It’s: BOTD. The image is from personal collection and available through Society6.)

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