The Bird Is the Word
< encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars
amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
snaphots taken afar this is all I could do
catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~ thunder
pheasants fly off in frenzy
braided and despaired
yet forges right on ahead
they live see another day
night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
bidding feathered friends well ado's
A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011
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