Picture: Paul Militaru. Thankyou.
Angels’ humble prints
leave us mindful of our lives
and its harder plains
Tag: feathers
Busy B #DailyHaikuChallenge
Velvet feathers rain
Twigs, plants and spider silk binds
Humming bird’s new home
Day 142/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog
First Glances
The crow envied
the white dove for its serene beauty, bright white feathers
and symbolism,
which captured the eye of many followers,
and assumed he must be very happy.
The white dove envied
the robin for his burning heart in cold, harsh times,
for being a beacon of the year and its ruby crest feathers, the glow
of pure generosity,
and assumed he must be very happy.
The robin envied
the peacock for his magnificent presence and glorious
kaleidoscope of beautiful plumage and majestic cloak befitting
of ancient kings and queens,
and assumed he must be very happy.
The peacock envied
them all from inside his birdcage prison; his tail hung down behind him,
limp and lifeless among brown straw, and spoke:
‘be grateful for what you have and do not assume what others have is any better.
Always be happy with who you are.’
Hal – More Halloween Countdown Hoo-ha
I had a cat, whose name was carved in hell –
his eyes would scratch sharpest
when evil shone from the two huge black wells
that he’d force me to dip into and promise
him things – things only rarely written in blood –
those things always kept him calm.
I remember he wanted a bird once, and so I got him
one. It was a happy little thing.
I had a cat, he watched the happy bird –
not one word was heard between them
except laughter one evening as twilight
rubbed its nose against my window and shadows
as dark as death evaporated against the walls
just at the moment feathers floated gently
from the cat’s mouth and he was deftly
swallowed whole by the happy bird.
As it Comes 