Thursday, January 29, 2026

A Year Of Haiku (IV): Mistaken Identity


Buff feathers capture
my eye on a nodding branch:
Raptor in Winter!

4 comments:

  1. Nylon128:36 AM

    Sentinel stays still
    Head twists eyes comb countryside
    Perched high Death awaits.

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    1. High Death looks over
      from Winter's bare branches:
      Perhaps sun-bathing?

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  2. Anonymous9:19 AM

    W. in CA
    Beginning this day,
    Brr, so very dark and cold
    Sleeping birds silent.

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    1. Silence of raptor
      belies its bright eyes searching
      for the unaware.

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