I wrote this haiku quite a long time ago, sitting on the porch of the little building at the far end of our garden. I was watching the pigeons, who like to sit on the very top branch of the old willow tree. Needless to say, there was a fair quantity of guano being dropped - but then, an entire bird followed.
It recovered just before it hit the ground, as if it fallen during its sleep and woken before impact. Perhaps a foot from the grass, it swooped upwards in the clumsy manner much beloved in fat pigeons.
The haiga is of an image that reminded me of this haiku, when recently taking Xiaohu to the zoo. The birds... prettier, but equally clumsy.
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I wrote this haiku quite a long time ago, sitting on the porch of the little building at the far end of our garden. I was watching the pigeons, who like to sit on the very top branch of the old willow tree. Needless to say, there was a fair quantity of guano being dropped - but then, an entire bird followed.
It recovered just before it hit the ground, as if it fallen during its sleep and woken before impact. Perhaps a foot from the grass, it swooped upwards in the clumsy manner much beloved in fat pigeons.
The haiga is of an image that reminded me of this haiku, when recently taking Xiaohu to the zoo. The birds... prettier, but equally clumsy.
Toodlepip,
Hobbes
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