Environment - Haiku Book

Sunday 10/03/19 Bbb Bird

Saw this angry bird,
It sang that I intruded,
We all like our space.

When I’m out walking,
I like to take photographs,
See the birds that sing.

One more birthday gone,
Another year older too.
That’s what they all say!

The day chose the rain,
Grey clouds, puddles and wet streets.
The black bird still sings!

Cancelled trains, what’s new!
It was the same thing last night,
The pigeons don’t mind.

The weekend ahead,
It feels good, TGIF!
‘Now’ time’s important!

The rain in the pond,
Falls in many small circles,
Rhytmic splatter sounds.

Sun on the water,
Its bright glare, I close my eyes.
I feel the lights warmth.

The sky is so blue,
Just cloudless in its blueness,
The sun rides it hard.

Just before seven,
This is what the sky looked like,
A golden sunrise.

Painting such colours
The sky filled with golden rays
Caught my eye, it did!

It tried to escape,
Ran around the tree and up,
But sun caught its fur.

A secret squirrel,
Asks,”What are you looking at?”
And then dissappears.

Pigeon stands on watch,
So what is it looking for?
Defensive posing.

Safe in its fortress,
Branches shield it about.
That’s a mean pigeon!

You might think its Spring!
The sun’s shining, sky is blue.
Daffodils in bloom.

So good to see this,
Time to get out and enjoy.
It feels nice and warm.

I went for a walk,
Snapped this birdie in a tree.
I liked its swagger.

Maybe, a Great Tit,
This little birdie poses.
Though, hardly kept still.

Hand held, long zoom, shot,
Sixty times zoom, focus, shoot!
Again, then again!

Cold water pouring,
Gur-gurgling into the glass,
So, so refreshing.

The day looks so good,
The sun is shining brightly
I’m feeling lazy,

I might play guitar,
Sing a song or write a song,
When I find the chords.

The sky’s amazing,
The way it changes its look,
Time and time again.

The sky’s playful clouds,
Blue and white in many shapes,
My constant delight.