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Under the tree
the Baltimore oriole
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Besides love men need fishing
And for both, most are wishing
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A mourning dove
sits on the maple tree
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Black chapeau upon my crown
I don't migrate, I stick around
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contest haiku with emoticons
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Well my little friend
Where have you been this week
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I strut my stuff in LIVING COLOR,
the rest appear quite dull and duller.
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Hello, my little feathered friend
How are you today
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This spring morning
the sun shines brightly
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Hello there little birdie
Nice to see you again
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orange bill and pink legs
two black bellied whistling ducks
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In the far North
When October spills
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Quixotically, this is an odd wading bird.
Aquatically it dines on apple snails.
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People who share a common direction
and sense of community can get where
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A hundred eyes keep vigil
with overweening pride,
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whisk of grey, not even breath enough
for slash of red or shimmer-green —
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Now you see him,
now he’s gone!
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elegant shiny feathers
cornfield surfing
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One of nature’s “sleep arounds”, he’s polygamous.
Come into his territory and he will make a fuss
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The enriching sent of lilac and rosemary
Blows with the chilled wind
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Standing on a fence post with its long-tailed stature
is Oklahoma’s state bird, the Scissor Tailed Flycatcher.
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There is always music
everywhere and anywhere there is music.
by shopaholica
23 lines, 4 comments,
on Mar 29 10:35 PM 2008. In music, nature, movement, traffic, birds, leaves, beetles, earth, sounds, cac
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Death greets a varment
and the sun starts to
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I had thought the nuthatch alien, exotic,
flitting page to page in Petersons,
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Grass, satin green
and wild
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suspended in time:
silhouetted by Autumn
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The Nightingale loves us! We stumblers of the evening, and sinners of the clock. To us, he sings! He sings! To us, but not to sleepers dosing through his heightened trill. The crystal twinkle song slitting through the low pit
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beaks tap
the glass until
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Colorful and bright
are nature's loveliest birds,
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bald eagle, eyes pierced
etched into frosted azure~
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On moisture-misted irrigation pipes
Three spring-coiled hawks
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To breathe the wind,
Riding the world home,
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Bird Journey/ By: Lady Enthralling
A Haiku Nature Write
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In the late winter morning
there were the bright bird
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I awakened to the singing of birds / As I tossed in a grassy field / I stared at the Golden Ball / I got up and skipped along / The field was covered with bright flowers / Dandelions,Roses, Pansy's a ga
by Beverlynohime
34 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 11 9:52 PM 2007. In Earth, Nature, Sun, Set, birds, rabbit, hearth, Mother Earth, smile, fun, Life
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She bites holes in my shoes / When She flops on the floor / I nudge her away / And she goes back for more / She steels buttons from my shir
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In the quiet morning / a black capped chickadee / softly calls me / he says, "fee-bee, fee-bay". / A warm sun / beats on the windowsill / c
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And so I sit upon the grass, / Watching as the eternal sky / passes me by, and I wonder why, / I shall never fly. / Poets greet the majesty
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birds.. / The clock stopped and she dropped / Upon the bedpost / Changes were in the pipeline / New theories were in the toaster / Slowly roasting, cooking and forming / Becomi
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I took a short walk / up the clear sky / the big gray hawk / just flew by / The blackbird was / all alone / A waving grass / the crow are t
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This beautiful morning / the robins are back / that the spring is here / This robin sits on the tree.
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/ / / / / Little Dove / / / Seeing the little dove / relaxing / on the Maple tree; / so peacefully / / / Always spreads her wings
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In the spring morning / sparrow / sits on the tall tree / / singing a lovely song / to the world / When I start my day / / When I looked
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The penguin is a funny old chap, / His wings are unsuitable for flight, / He is unable to lift himself off the ground, / Was this gods great oversight? / / His feet, they are useless, / He waddles around, / Loo
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Dusting the clouds with my wingtips, / soaring high into the dazzling light / painting the cirrus with dandelion. / Sheer unbridled freedom / pours out from the fabric of my being- / air currents stream past, / br
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