Still Life

upon the lawn breast feathers and a beak- nature morte Remains of the sparrow hawk's breakfast this morning.

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 9/2/2009 1:59:00 AM

This is sad but that is the way it is. Your idea describes it amazingly. Sara

Elaine George

Date: 8/30/2009 6:35:00 AM

IHi Brian, I have this same composition - or should I say - decomposition in my back yard. Actually - my back-yard is like bird sanctuary. I put a dead blue jay under a pine tree a few weeks ago. Found his feathers there when I was doing some weeding. It still brought tears to my eyes as did this Haiku. Elaine PS Tahnk you for your warm welcome upon my return to the soup.

Michael Jordan

Date: 8/30/2009 5:30:00 AM

Brian this borders on the morbid side - though I reckon it is but a part of life - God Bless, mj

James Marshall Goff

Date: 8/29/2009 8:15:00 PM

oh, I love to see the zooming sparrowhawk in the sky above the bluffs where I live! cool write! Brian! jim

John Freeman

Date: 8/29/2009 4:35:00 PM

Yes still life, would the hawk be more noble, if he spared the sparrow, and starved. Sincerely Moses

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 8/29/2009 2:23:00 PM

Still life..this image here left an impression of death,it is so brilliantly penned Mr Strand---charma

John Loving Iii

Date: 8/29/2009 8:49:00 AM

vivid and cruel. jhl