5-7-5
May 13, 2020
Four Haiku
Thirty-nine degrees.
Bird calls are more of a song.
Joy versus warning.
Competition gone –
familiar quacks of mallards –
heard much more clearly.
On my walk back home,
I spotted a lone pulpit –
but where did "Jack" go?
A weed in my yard –
but it's pretty in the wild.
Greater Celandine.
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