Caren Krutsinger Poet Haibun

Cardinals Out of Birdseed

Out of the corner of my eye I see something racing toward the porch where I am sitting. It is a red cardinal. Probably a female, as it is not brilliant red, looks more faded.  She swoops at me, and I flinch. She abruptly pulls up and disappears - probably a messenger sent to remind me the birds are out of seed thanks to the squirrel thieves.



                                        surprising ascent
                             cardinal dive bombs me today
                                       out of seed I guess

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Gershon Wolf August 6, 2020 at 3:00 PM And I thought you were going to fashion a 'cardinal out of seed.' I really did. Boy, was I ever surprised. ;) gw Caren Krutsinger August 6, 2020 at 8:27 PM I am glad you were.

Rico Leffanta August 6, 2020 at 2:01 PM You feed birds and squirrels in August? How will they survive winter if you coddle them in summer? Aloha! Rico Caren Krutsinger August 6, 2020 at 8:27 PM I coddle them year round.

Evelyn Judy Buehler August 5, 2020 at 9:39 PM Those pesky squirrels! I love cardinals. The females are less brilliant in color. Enjoyed your haibun. Caren Krutsinger August 6, 2020 at 8:31 PM I have cardinals all year long an average of nine at a time.