A tanka for Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge.
listen to the birds
from dawn to dusk their chatter
whistles trills and flutes
listen closer to spring wake
and their twitter becomes song
Tanka for the birds
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A tanka for Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge.
listen to the birds
from dawn to dusk their chatter
whistles trills and flutes
listen closer to spring wake
and their twitter becomes song
a place to talk so talk I'll talk we'll talk
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Yes, exactly. I love hearing them now–in the pre-dawn now, and into the day!
Now that the clocks have gone forward, I might just get to hear them in the pre-dawn. Otherwise, dawn is quite early enough 🙂
🙂
A most pleasing chorus.
I’d much rather that than traffic noise.
Beautiful 💜💜
Thank you 🙂
Taking time to actually listen is really neat to hear, especially when they go back and forth with each other!
We ought to take more time just to observe, learn about our surroundings.
Yes!
The birds know all about spring. (K)
They know and they don’t waste time. I could learn from them.
It’s a pleasure sometimes to have time to waste…
A luxury. I don’t feel I have any.
I never feel like it either. But I remember the feeling from childhood.
They say it’s a good thing for children to be bored occasionally. It helps them discover what they want to do. It never occurs to them that time is in finite supply.
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#Haiku Happenings #6: Jane Dougherty’s latest #tanka for my current #haikai challenge!
Thank you Frank!
My pleasure, Jane! 🙂
🙂
I have a stone bench in my garden I like to sit on… and just listen to them converse.
It is a unique orchestra. 🙂
Though I’m apt to sit in the afternoons, not so early. 😉
We did have a stone bench but we left it behind when we moved. Husband is looking out for another.
I got mine as a Mother’s day gift from one of my children. 🙂 You are supposed to treat them in some way to protect the stone or seal it in some way. But I never did… and it’s still OK.
Good luck. Some things are too heavy to move.
Well, that’s what I thought. The removal men were already cursing about the number of boxes of books and what they thought was junk that was in fact husband’s precious collection of stuff that might come in useful for something one day.
Oh… I know that road. 😉
After years of hanging on to stuff, hubby finally let some old work stuff go a few years back – like about 10 boxes full.
I suppose though I have my own book collections too 🙂 Though I have gone through some of them and made several donations to the local library.
Books multiply like rabbits.
Indeed. Especially when I can get them at my Library Cafe book store for pennies on the dollar… At least though I gift some of them right back after I read them. Like fun murder mysteries.
Passing on the pleasure 🙂
Good they’re making a ruckus there. Here it’s occasional, can’t wait.
Pat
The singing’s quitened a bit, since they’re all furiously nest building.