This is mine, squawks the smaller crow. He puffs up and pecks nervously at something on the pavement.
Bastard! Back off or you’ll lose a few of those pathetic excuse for feathers, the bigger crow screams and advances, menacing.
No. It’s mine. I found it. I was here first.
Here first? Here first? Have you noticed how big I am, you tick-ridden excuse for a bird? Get out of my way.
They shrill and screech at each other in the parking lot. A crust of bread? Crumbs from a bag of potato chips?
A car motor grinds to silence as they quarrel.
My planter box is full of drowned pansies and sodden petunias.
A mother’s voice calls, “Come in now! Are you listening?”
“Coming!”
Half-light in the pale grey sky. Sundown coming. World turning.
Just for this minute, I won’t harden my heart or make a joke of it. I won’t begin to ply myself with platitudes or search for meanings. There is no story. I have no explanations. It is all worthy of love. Worthy of notice.
The crows quarrel. The car stops its’ engine. The flowers droop.
I am passing through forever.
Sundown.
7 comments:
Nice.
Kind of long-assed for a haiku.
But nice.
Squawk,
-marko
Beautiful. And so is your new avatar. You look especially Goddess-like!
Haiku my ass.
It's just good.
--S
My haiku is bigger than your haiku.
What do you mean that isn't the point?
And speaking of goddesses...that's what came next..."Three" I mean.
One of the images is "radiant," my bead piece, one is a tiny goddess I made from polymer clay...and the center image is an old goddess figure.
Thanks for your lovely comments. Except for Marko, of course - you rude thing. Do I look fat in this haiku? Really. You can tell me.
You're right. Just observe, record, reflect, be.
IT IS A VERY FULL EVOCATION OF A QUINTESSENTIALLY SUMMERTIME MOMENT:
I CAN FEEL IT...
It is sweet that you let your spiritual self out to talk to us.
Helloooo... Little Cosmic "In the moment" Zen Bunny.
I would love it if you felt free to hop around in another posting.
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