Every morning the nuns of the convent at the corner of our street set out seed for the birds. The seed is always in exactly the same spot in the middle of the road. Carefully, I approach the feeding spot slowing my car so as not to startle and yet every morning the doves flutter away except for . . .
Morn's feathered flurry
Grey wisps scatter from seed
Three brave ones remain
15 comments:
Lovely story and lovely haiku! Well done, Annie. xo
Beautiful Haiku, Annie.
How nice of you to be so careful around the birds.
:-)
wonderful set up! Your introduction added a perfect link to your poem!!
The image you descirbed captivating!
This is a lovely word picture and haiku. I love "feathered flurry" :)
Just beautiful. You have such a way with words.
This is a very clear image. Have you ever asked the Nuns why they don't feed the birds in a safer place?
I love hearing people's insipiration for their writing.
I can just see this playing out because of your wonderful description.
I love this Annie! How absolutely charming :-) much peace, JP
lovely story and haiku but haven't the nuns thought about putting the seed on, say, a patch of grass?
A few of you have commented about the location of the seed. I must admit that I too worried about that for a while but now after 8 years of passing by dove and sparrows, I see that they are very safe. Our little neighborhood is very quiet in the morning when they are fed and they are such a part of the landscape that even the many wandering cats refrain from bothering the birds. Who would have thought but the good nuns must be on to something. :-)
Nice story. Pleasing.
That is a sweet story Annie! I love birds and I can picture the Nuns scattering the seeds.
what a lovely post- perhaps some remain as you pass by knowing how careful you always are! They need to tell the others it's ok, Annie always makes sure we are safe. :)
XOXO
Oh, what a great post!!
made me smile.
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