Buffleheads are here
All the way from Alaska
Black and white small jewels.
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Cat walks by my feet
Headed to its pan of food
Thought of my presence?
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Walnut blossoms fall
Blown away by wind and rain
Scattered on the ground.
| | Fulgurite sits still
Created by lightning strike
Now, quiet, resting.
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Black Gnu skull on porch
Its past home was Africa
Wish to see it 'live.
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With acid reflux
Antacid is one weapon
Perhaps some relief.
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Hey, Leonard Cohen
Old man waxing young again
Might I emulate?
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Haiku touches thought
A gentle fog drifting in
Dew accumulates.
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Age has come to me
Body is slow and with pain
Mind is sharp and clear.
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Fulgurite--lightning
Sand melted to solid glass
Metamorphic rock.
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Birds at my feeder
Joyful flight before my eyes
Depletion of seed.
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A-I-D now gone
Thousands of children will die
Shame on our leaders.
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Music soothes our hearts
Rhythm and theme together
Despair with no notes.
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Here, my first attempts
Shrinking thoughts to seven beats
Fun--mind exercise.
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Environmental
A biologist's concerns
Little sleep tonight.
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Carbondioxide
Electric solution soon?
Politics no help.
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Lungs with particles
Children are dying from them
Mothers beware--vote.
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No ice, Polar bears
Catching seals impossible
Must hunt eggs on cliffs.
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History revealed
Your mother helped my project
Gave needed courage.
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First Christmas Bird Count
I was twelve, off to East Coast
New birds never seen.
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