Category: Haiku

this year

those strange red berries

untouched by the pigeons

two short taps

on flint

black cap’s warning

Realised it wasn’t a robin after all, but a blackcap. He has been singing his beautiful clear song from every topmost post or tree in the garden. He must be more territorial than the robin because I haven’t seen him since the black caps’ arrived…

black star

in a blue sky

the first swallow

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passing the torch setting sun to day-moon