In the early morn,
Rising with the summer sun,
Waking with the birds,
I sit among trees and flowers,
Sipping coffee as
Windchimes serenade me.
A squirrel scurries,
Butterflies flutter, bees buzz.
My garden shuts out the world.
Choka
In the early morn,
Rising with the summer sun,
Waking with the birds,
I sit among trees and flowers,
Sipping coffee as
Windchimes serenade me.
A squirrel scurries,
Butterflies flutter, bees buzz.
My garden shuts out the world.
Choka
I arose early
But not before the sun
Opening the blinds
Revealed a gray squirrel
Burying his treasures
In my plants, (little rascal)
As the coffee perked
I watched events unfold
Sleep would’ve hidden from me
Maintenence man
Digging up the dead bushes
In my back yard
Birds chattering at stray cat
Cars passing by as
My little corner of world
Awakens to another
Day of life, unknowing what it
Will bring, we all grasp it with hope
Double Choka
Ground is frosty white
Squirrel scurrying for acorns
Hither, thither, yon
Haiku
Squirrel scampering
Hiding acorns ‘neath
The slumbering vine
Truckload of treasures
Delivers in Winter
Syllabic Verse
🍁The pesky squirrel is back and digging in my plants burying his treasures. He’s cute but I don’t like the fact that he digs in my plants to store his food for winter. 🍂😩
Brown squirrel visits
To bury his nut treasures
For a later date
Haiku
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge Week 244 Prompt: Date
#OctPoWriMo 2018
View and listen to
Daily live performances
From the patio
Life at Heritage Place offers peaceful activity.
The large green yard filled with trees and blooming bushes is a perfect stage for local wildlife to gather and perform daily.
Every morning I open my blinds to reveal some new activity outside my window.
Perhaps the pesky squirrel sits poised, picture perfect, holding a peanut that the generous neighbor upstairs tossed down from her deck. She enjoys Mr Squirrel’s antics on stage and applauds him by throwing nuts instead of flowers. I would much prefer she fed the birds instead.
The Matinee yesterday featured a rather large raven splashing in the Birdbath, happily washing away winter’s dust. As I drew near to capture a picture of him sitting there, feathers shining blue in the sun, he chose to fly away before the camera could focus.
My camera and I often have many such “Camera Shy” encounters with the backyard birds, especially the Collared Dove Family. They are a skittish sort. Oh, that they were they more willing to sit and pose as Mr Squirrel does.
Towards evening the stage fills with a symphony of birdsong in the trees. A chorus of Sparrows, Robins, Chickadees,Towhees, Jays, Ravens, and Crows entertain with the Dove headlining.
As the sun lowers to meet the earth, the blinds close once again on nature’s stage just a few footsteps away from my door and I give thanks to my Creator for another day of life.
Today, we’d like to challenge you specifically to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun
Blue Jay confronts
Sneaky squirrel at bird feeder
Crime never pays
Haiku
Tearful eyes speaking
“Goodbye my Camellia
Fairest flower of red.
Before us you were wisked
Away by a thief,
A mischievious marauder
Living in a tree
Near your fragrant scarlet blooms.
His greed became your demise.”
Choka
I just saw that pesky gray Squirrel who is a frequent visitor to my yard snatch a beautiful red blossom off my new Camilla plant I just bought!
As I watched, frozen in horror, he scurried up the tree to sit on a branch munching on it for his mid morning snack.
Mr. Gray Squirrel is back today
Eating from the feeder like it’s okay
“You’re a funny looking bird” I say
My comment causes him no dismay
“Mighty fine sunflower seeds” says he
“Quite worth my trip down the tree”
“Ah yes, but not meant for you” says me
With a smile and nod, away he does flee
Narrative/Rhyme
To Be Continued….I imagine
That pesky Mr. Squirrel
Will twist, stretch or twirl
To get a bit to eat
Spying the bird feeder’s treat
Towards it he does hurl
Limerick