Which tree will the hummingbird choose this year, she wonders, looking out the window from her dining room. Rocking in her old maple chair, the constant groan is weighing on her eyelids. Suddenly, eyes widen as a bird sets on her balcony.
starling sings her song
dawn of spring
cat’s eyes follow
starling sings her song
pre-season rehearsal
practice makes perfect
dawn of spring
sun melts snow
earth finally revealed
cat’s eyes follow
on the windowsill
sleepy fly stirs
©Tournesol’17/03/20
Written for:
Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille at MindLoveMiserys Menagerie
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©Clr’17
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Dogs chase flys, too.
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You’re right!! haha…but she does go crazy when the fly buzzes and seems stuck in the crack of the window. 🙂
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For some reason I can’t quite name this poem has a sleepy Sunday afternoon feel to it.
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Ah you must have seen the glow the sun warming the dining room:)
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I felt it in your words 🙂
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😀
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