There’s room in the nest
in the pot in the greenhouse
five fluffy fledglings
by Scooj
There’s room in the nest
in the pot in the greenhouse
five fluffy fledglings
by Scooj
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Where did the day go?
Exhausted from nothingness
ready for my bed
.
by Scooj
Chook, chook, chook, chook, chook
blackbirds send distraction call
the threat diverted.
by Scooj
Front garden bushes
heavy with buzzing insects
pollinator’s inn
by Scooj
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Nation of queuers
our moment at last has come
static shopping line
.
by Scooj
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Cold northerly wind
reminds us it is still spring
a warm shirt and hat
by Scooj
Busiest parents
back and forth and back again
five young mouths to feed
by Scooj
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Slower pace of life
birdsong from dawn until dusk
reset the dial
.
by Scooj
These barbecue days
we, confined to our garden
rediscovering
by Scooj
* dropping the themed haikus for a little while.
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Traditional fare
Easter Sunday simnel cake
not my favourite
.
by Scooj
Yesterday’s haiku from which the last line was taken to create the first line of today’s:
Offered sparingly
biscuits and cakes at tea time
traditional fare