While walking in the back yard I found the little white feather at the top of the page.
A soft white feather
Came floating into my life
Natures's gift today
Then:
I saw a feather
Now I see many feathers
Predator afoot.
So I put them both together and sketched them on tan paper in my handmade sketchbook.
I think it was a mourning dove.
Good looking feathers, Teri. I've so been enjoying your bursts of Haiku and thought yesterdays weeds on the handmade paper was perfect. One man's weeds are another's beauty. I gravitate toward them all the time :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Pam. I really have been haiku crazy this last week. As someone said on my blog, 'weeds are just flowers without a pedigree'. Love it and oh so true.
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