Unrecorded
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She flew out of a lark's mouth,
she was high in a cloudless sky.
I had a telescope in my mind
and an old VHS video recorder
for my left eye,
my right eye
had already been blinded
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Categories:
birdwatch, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Red At the End of Gold
...I was a happy fruit farmer, growing delicious, healthy fruits for consumption.
Since we'd bought the farm ten years prior, all the family lent to its function.
It was a large, productive farm, an...
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Categories:
birdwatch, fantasy, fruit, joy, nature,
Form: Couplet
Haiku Birdwatch
...White mist drapes the col
bitter cold nags at my face ~
black grouse lekking....
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Categories:
birdwatch, morning,
Form: Haiku