Sunlit afternoon
through the blinds dancing patterns
tell a spring story
by Scooj
Tag: Haiku
Blur
Difficult to tell
where week ends and weekend starts
and vice versa
by Scooj
An untimely and sad end
Peace interrupted
sickening thud behind me
robin hits the door
instantly falls to the floor
circumstantial accident
by Scooj.
* a terrible thing happened this lunchtime when my children and I were sitting outside the kitchen enjoying the sunshine. Our conversation was interrupted when one of our dear little robins flew into the open kitchen door, the top half of which is glass. This was about a foot behind my head.
The three of us were utterly shocked. The robin died moments later in my hand. It was traumatic to say the least, and I feel so responsible. I keep singing ‘who killed cock robin… I said the sparrow with my bow and arrow’.
The interaction between humankind and nature is so delicate. Our impacts are everywhere, but I suppose in many ways some of our interactions benefit wildlife.
This all feels so much more painful because of the amazing experience of watching a pair of robins raise five chicks successfully in our greenhouse only days ago. Oh dear.
Renewal
Long-since bruised toenail
attempting separation
hanging by a thread
by Scooj
Apologies for this rather gruesome tale, but it has become all-consuming and my motivation behind the haiku was to exorcise all thoughts about it. I fear though that it might have had the opposite effect.
Solace
The joy of waking
from vivid, exhausting dreams
a daytime solace
by Scooj
Cat astrophe
Wailing for her food
far beyond irritating
already been fed
by Scooj
Ninja the cat is getting on a bit and is losing her hearing and sight. Oh my goodness the noisy protest for food. Had she had her wits about her she’d have found the food already in her bowl.
New neighbours
.
The robins have left
and attentions turn to the
wrens in the nest box
by Scooj
Tree surgeon
A distant tock tock
floats over urban rooftops
woodpecker at work
by Scooj
Digging
.
A song to myself
to every aching muscle
to each weary bone
.
by Scooj
Upside
.
These summer-spring days
small compensation for the
lock down misery
.
by Scooj
Although I have to say that I am enjoying the slower pace and quiet streets. Of course the full horror of the virus is too much to bear, but I am clinging to simple pleasures.
Natural adventures 