"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ,
I took the one less traveled by, 
And that has made all the difference."

(Robert Frost)

 

 

 

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    The Thorn Birds
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Friday
Nov232012

Random Fall Haiku

old man winter howls
small birds seeking out cover
pileated laughs

phoebe steps outside
raccoons race out of her reach
curses foiled again

too many gray days
the clouds part and there it is
wonderful sunshine

phoebe's restless dreams
four feet running nose twitching
woofing at unseens

sleet gives way to rain
dark eyed juncos scratch hopping
pileateds laugh

 

 

maples undressing
limbs shiver in their bareness
as leaves of gold fall

four beady black eyes
young possums prowling about
phoebe wants them gone

sweet trilling voices
bouncing dapper birds of gray
welcome back juncos

in constant motion
tiny bird flicking its wings
golden crowned kinglet

 

 

 

 

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