Garden Snail

Met this fellow in the park yesterday. He practically stood still for his closeup. Citified! I read somewhere that squirrels eat garden snails at times. Must be during times of ‘making do’. I’ve lived through a couple of those myself😊. Even so, what a way to go – inners gone, shell tossed.

 

broken
and empty –
shell of a garden snail

Pat R

6/27/20

Wander

Sidewalk Planter

I noticed on my walk yesterday that the neighborhood birds seems giddy. Take offs and landings have a different energy. They are moving around in larger cliques. A lot of camaraderie, a lot of chatter. Were they always this loud? They have all of outdoors to themselves! No humans disrupting their gatherings. No horns honking. They are reveling in this new found quiet. No droopy faces here.

 

a lush creeping phlox

is confined to a planter

urge to wander maimed

Pat R

5/07/20

Also for Cee’s Flower Of The Day (FOTD)

FOTD – May 7 – Dahlia

Sunshine

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Going for a walk these days has me feeling like I’m up to no good. Like I was sneaking out; all the time keeping everyone at a distance. This lovely setting sun was a welcome diversion 😊.

 

scribbling
on sunshine,
bare branches

Pat R

5/06/20

A Haiga for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: Sunshine. To read or to participate go here

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Colleen’s Weekly poetry Challenge where this week it’s the Poet’s Choice of form. So, here we have a haiga Haibun. Stop by and do some reading here.

 

 

Stray Cat

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A mocking bird has been nesting in my small tree. She has been very vigilant about making a ruckus whenever anyone, or anything goes near her nest. The squirrel she was chasing around last week has moved! Now there’s this cat!

 

batting average falls
stray cat sleeps under her tree –
nesting mocking bird

#2

nesting mocking bird
stray cat asleep under her tree –
she stands near my bat

Pat R

4/22/20

For Ronovan Writes Haiku where the prompt words are Bat & Cat.

 

New Moon –

In lockdown, bright sunny days are lures to resist.

The flush of spring was without fanfare, the blooms are on their own

No leisurely stroll under cherry blossoms this spring. Nature tips the scale.

 

a new moon
the earth feels tilted
up is down

Pat R

4/20/20

For Frank Tassone Haikai Challenge where the prompt is New Moon

&

dVerse Poets Pub where Mish is hosting Quadrille Monday (a 44 word poem) invented by dVerse. The prompt word this week us “Flush”. You can do some reading of join in here

 

Uproar

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(With all her antics, I googled her..a Northern Mockingbird)

 

This backyard of mine is at once a wild kingdom and a comedy skit. Yesterday was a gray, chilly and windy day bearing no resemblance to spring. I looked out to see her, the bird living in my tree that is, entering her nest.

The wind has been toying with that small tree all day. Really tossing it to and fro. I am thinking this was the reason for the loud twittering that had been filling the air on and off all day. A squirrel, traisping across the back fence found himself on the run. The nesting bird chased him down
and pecked him in the ass. I’ve never seen that before. I guess he was closer than she wanted him to be to her nest.

Today there was a repeat. Only, this time he was racing up and down the main trunk of the neighbor’s very tall tree and she was in hot pursuit! What is with this bird! Maybe they’re just friends. Romping. Or, maybe they’re just as crazy as us humans.

clouds scurrying

across a not so full moon –

spring feels out of sink

Pat R

4/04/20

 

NaPoWriMo

 

Ring-A-Ring-O-Roses!

wp-1585500268612.jpgI think it’s safe to say not enough is known about the corona virus. Is it airborne or contact or is it both? Also, it feels like there is a true “Typhoid Mary” element to this.
Does the strategies to contain this carry a hint of “ring a ring o roses, pocket full of posies…”?

We are flailing in the wind. There are believers and non believers. As the politicians do battle, argue, verbally assault each other – it does what it does. Kill people!

indiscrimate
pestilence on a rampage –
ring-a-ring-o-roses

Pat R

3/29/20

A senryu for Frank Tassone Haikai Challenge where the focus is the Corona Virus Go here to participate ir just to do some reading.

 

 

Imaginary

My daughter is an only child. She often played alone. As a child, her toys would be out. And she would be having these conversations with her dolls. Or, so I thought. I learned that the ‘person’ she had been talking to had a name. His name was Michael, her maginary friend. While this was happening I attributed it to being a normal part of childhood development. My mother, however, was alarmed.

She is older now. She describes him as having had dirty blonde hair, always wore shorts and always carried a blanket around. A security blanket I imagine. That’s when they were both little.

Not so very long ago he visited her in a dream. This was when she was in her late twenties, she said. Two old friends who hadn’t see each other in a good while. To the point of almost not recognizing each other. But they did. He recognized her first, with ” Don’t you recognize me?”. They hugged, talked about life and about college. This was when I chimed in, “What college?”. I’m thinking this kid has got to be on the face of this earth somewhere. And it’s time to start digging through college year books!

 

imaginary friends
play through a crack in time
a gift from the universe
at the behest of ancestors, or
are such episodes walking the path of fate

Pat R

3/27/20

A haibun Gogyohka ( if there is such a thing) for V.Js Weekly Challenge where the prompt word is “Imaginary”.

Stop in to check things out or to participate here.

Spread

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This is a mural. I took this on the inside of a mall in Brooklyn.

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This is growing on a part of the trunk of a tree. That yellow stuff is spreading. In person it looks a little gross. Not so much in a photo with a bit of editing.

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This is another shot of another part of the same tree

inanimate –

being held in time by nature

an odd interplay

 

Pat R

3/18/20

For Dutch Goes The Photo weekly photo challenge where the prompt is “Spread”

 

Spring Quadrille

wp-15838029892313258349159139438206.jpgAs I look out at the garden, browns look back at me. Baby leaves everywhere are not yet big enough to hide the strewn of winter. The dry grass stir in the breeze.

twittering song 

born of lively worm hunt, and worm moon

Pat R

3/09/20 

For Quadrille Mondays (a 44 word poem invented at dVerse Poets Pub) where the prompt words is “Stir” 

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Eugi’s Weekly Poetry Challenge where the prompt is “Song”

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Frank Tassone’s Weekly Haikai Challenge where the prompt is ” Super (Worm) Moon”